I know, I know. I really, really did want Dave Zabriskie to win the Tour, but I can't say that this year has been that much of a disappointment (come on, did you really think that anyone as anorexic as Michael Rasmussen or as banged up as Alexandre Vinokourov really had a chance of making it to Paris in one piece??)
I can't say that Alberto Contador has been that big a disappointment, though. I mean, what's not to like about the kid? Everybody loves a Cinderella story, and Contador is the kind of Cinderella who could actually inspire more people to get riding - in Spain, anyway. He's a nice guy who's been dating the same girl since before he went pro. He loves his mom and keeps pet birds and would've become a vet had he not gone pro. And in Madrid, everyone's holding their breath collectively, waiting to see if anything goes catastrophically wrong -- a blown tire that takes out the peloton, a fall, a (God forbid) positive drug test. Once he's on the podium and gets the trophy, Spaniards will go positively nuts and start honking their horns and going mad. But until then, everyone is waiting with baited breath, waiting to see if he tests positive (sad but true).
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