"Eleven...Hello?!" There is a story here. A good one. But it would lose something in the translation. Just trust me that it's proof that sometimes life moves more quickly than our minds can, but that our minds do catch up. Eventually. And often with a good laugh as a result. This blog is my mind's way of catching up...and sharing a few good laughs!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Tour de Lance
Yesterday we turned the Tour de France on briefly, and caught repeat footage of one of Lance Armstrong's falls. The announcers then spoke about his race for a bit, as the camera followed him as he continued on the ascent. Laurence pipes up and says, "They keep talking about Lance Armstrong, but where is he?" I said, "He's right there, in the red & black jersey with the number 21 on it." He said, "That's not Lance Armstrong." "Yes, it is. See the rider with the ripped jersey? That's because he fell -- it's Lance." "Are you sure, Mom?" "Yes, I'm positive." He quieted, and I thought he was satisfied, but apparently not. "No, Mom. That's definitely not him. He always wears yellow."
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Heh heh heh. I think Lance himself would enjoy this comment from Laurly.
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