When I woke up this morning, the temperature was 6 degrees. That's Fahrenheit, not Celsius. So, of course, I was thinking about summer, and when I think about summer, I think about the Tour de France. My friends who follow this even more closely than I are worried about Lance Armstrong because of his fling with Sheryl Crow. He has changed his preparation schedule (allegedly to be with his children, but one can't help but think that Sheryl has something to do with this); he has lost sidekick Roberto Heras; and Jan Ulrich will be back. But Lance is not worried ("If it means I lose, I lose"), so why should I? Good luck, Lance!
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