Monday, July 28, 2008

Crow

Saturday, I watched the final time trial of the 2008 Tour de France  and plucked a crow. I had been ridiculing Carlos Sastre's chances of winning the Tour, and here he was holding on to the maillot jaune through the final time trial. The guy is the most boring bike rider in the world. A reticent Alberto Contador [under]stated, '...not spectacular, but efficient....' about his Tour win. Contador was probably thinking that he eats up guys like Carlos Sastre while standing in line for an espresso, never mind fearing him as a Tour contender. And who can blame him. I'd rather watch meat on a rotisserie. His stage win in 2003 made him look like an aggressive Spaniard, the kind we love like Bahamontes or Freire, until, coming over the line, he popped a pacifier in his mouth like he was late for siesta. There is very little sparkle in his style. Unlike an ever present Ulrich or indomitable LeMond, Sastre is the Ferdinand of the Tour, seemingly content to roll through flowered French fields, unhindered by ambition.
To be fair, none of this year's Tour contenders stood out. Evans lacks the arrogance of many Tour winners, and seems fragile. Menchov is  too unlucky. Frank Schleck, too weird. Even Alejandro Valverde seemed an unlikely Tour winner this year. His inability to chill negates the patience necessary to survive a three week tour.
Here is the key to Sastre's win this year. It was a matter of patience, waiting seventeen stages before letting go his Tour winning escape. Some pundits will talk about his team creating a smokescreen of skinny Luxembourgers to confuse the others into complacency, but the performance of Denis Menchov shows what really happened. He initially attempts to hang with the Spaniard, but is dropped. He blows up so hard trying to hang on that the other contenders ride through him. Phil and Paul called it 'Menchov's bad day', but he would recover and finish with the rest of the shelled elite. A bad day is when you get dropped and lose minutes after getting a bad massage. Menchov didn't have any bad days, every day as solid as any isolated team leader. It was Carlos Sastre's effort that made him [and the others] look bad. Even if he hadn't had the Schlecks, his plan would have been the same. He's been using it his whole career. Sit in and wait for your time.
Now, I have to sit in on some crow. No cranberry sauce. No gravy.

2 comments:

Suzette said...

I, too, have sat with my plate of stewed crow. Studies show however, that crows tend to prefer English walnuts over black walnuts, the prior having a higher energy content (and are more easily cracked). It could be said then, that ultimately, eating crow may in fact provide a positive and measurable benefit for an aspiring Journo World Champion. Your plate please? And buon appetito.
Suzette

Nick said...

Great to see you up in the Blog-o-sphere!!