Saturday, July 3
A Festival No More
The Tour De France starts from a few minutes from now. But for the first time, I have no desire to watch it.
It feels strange.
The king of cycling is back (with a perpetual shadow of dope allegations still following him), which in all probability is his last Tour (still unconfirmed). The defending champion has already made his plans on neutralizing the king’s threat and win one more Tour.
I don’t care anymore. The black swirl of doping allegations around this sport, has robbed all the credibility, interest, spark and soul from it. The Yellow Jersey has lost its meaning and purpose.
Long live the Peloton.