"The yellow jersey has cracked!" emoted Liggett.
"The yellow jersey has completely and utterly crumbled by the side of the road!" Sherwen agreed.
During stage 13 my eight-year-old daughter took a break from pleading with me to let her watch SpongeBob Squarepants long enough to point out that the surname of Michael Boogerd was a homophone for boggart. I begged her pardon. "You know, the thing in Harry Potter that transforms itself into whatever you most fear."
What I most feared was the end of the Tour. Now, having learned about the final stages of Armstrong's victory from some hideously inadequate news-channel ticker, I must look on the bright side: Thirty-four days till OLN's coverage of the Vuelta a Espa�a.