It’s July, do you know where your husband is?
I know where mine is, he’s glued to the TV. It happens every July at exactly this time, the Tour de France.
Many of you have husbands who enjoy sports and I’m willing to bet some of those husbands obsess over sports. I’ve got me one of those, the obsessive kind, particularly during the Tour de France.
The Tour de France is 21 stages, lasts 22 days and is 2,153 miles. It is broadcast approximately 8 hours a day for those 22 days. Mommy Friends, that equates to 176 hours Tour programming in only 3 weeks! In other words, a %$#@ load of cycling programming.
Big Daddy P, while normally the most giving husband and father transforms into a greedy TV monger during the month of July. Unwilling to share his TV with women or children, he slips into a cycling coma for which there is no cure. Even if I could come to terms with the intensive cycling programming, there is still the online commentary and various Twitter racing updates to contend with.
[Image credit] Lance Armstrong, 7 time consecutive Tour winner
Aside from the Tour de France, cycling season lasts about 6 months out of the year and includes The Ardennes and Spring Classics as well as Giro, Vuelta and Fall Classics. Thankfully, I can usually shove my 16 and Pregnant to the head of the DVR line but never in the month of July.
Who will win the polka dot jersey? Yes, I said polka dot…the guy who reaches the top of the high mountain first gets it or something. Sounds like a fashion faux paux to me.
[Image credit] Tom Boonen, leader of the peloton and my heart.
Big Daddy P believes Armstrong is the dark horse to win and Cancellara is guaranteed Time Trial stage wins and I should never have to know that, and neither should you. All I know is that Tom Boonen is out of the race this year due to a knee injury and that is a crying shame because he is some super fine eye candy. And that, dear Mommy Friends, is information you might actually care to know.
Cycling stole my husband, made him thinner than I am and has robbed me of and entire month of Glee re-runs. It’s a cruel, cruel summer.