Levi Leipheimer.
Pope Benedict XVI.
Hector Venegas.
All broke their wrists this week. In each instance however, it seems accidental. Or so we think.Just two more days until we rest again. There are a slew of activities planned this time around. I think, for the first time ever, I’m going to forego playing golf. Joel has been convincing me to try ‘Hydrospeed’.
Wikipedia.org defines ‘Hydrospeed’ (Riverboarding): “Riverboarding is the North American name for a boardsport in which the participant is prone on the board with fins on his/her feet for propulsion and steering. This sport is also known as hydrospeed in Europe and white-water sledging in New Zealand.”
Sure, I’ll do it; just so long as I don’t freeze my ass off in the cold Alpine water.
Tonight, we got in to Besançon at a decent hour, so many of us converged on the hotel bar (as is generally the norm). Failing to find any place to eat, we noticed a casino next door. It quickly became apparent that there would be gambling to come. Leslie, Brett, Polk, Hector and I strolled next door, and after clearing some heavy security, hit the bar, and later, the tables.
I was afraid gambling in French would put me at a disadvantage, but once I found that the Roulette table was opening, I thought to myself, the only French I need to speak there is numbers, if at all. And for a first-time-in-a-foreign-country gambler, I did alright, ending the night up 50 Euro. I could’ve kept going, too, but I had to get to sleep at some point…
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