Lance Broke his Collarbone

Lance Armstrong is having a tough year. Earlier this year he had his bike stolen. While training for marathons he went through issues with shin splints. The French idiots that can't accept that he beat their sorry butts fair in square 7 times are still having a difficult time coming to terms are still harassing him. Just recently they came in and took random hair samples, this is perfectly legal to do, it is part of the agreement that pro cyclists have to consent to in order to race. After the latest random testing they took so many huge clumps of hair that he had to shave his head just to balance out his hair. (My brother Doug can probably relate to that.)
Now the latest news is that he broke his Collarbone in a race in Spain. This stinks, I am really looking forward to the Tour De France in July, but this will reduce his chances of being a solid competitor in the race in July in jeopardy. It was reported that in the Spain race a couple of riders in. This is by far the biggest injury that happens to bike riders, when falling forward the collarbone is unprotected and is easily snapped on impact. When Lance hit the ground he muttered "sh.." I think he probably said shoot, or shucks, but regardless of what he said, a collarbone injury is said to be very painful. His doctors say that he will be off the bike for at least a month, but the injury will take longer to fully recover and the pain will be longer lasting than that. This week in France was probably a week for celebration, they now realize that one of their emaciated woosified riders may actually now have a chance to beat Lance, my guess is that they will be wrong. Lance is still a bike riding god. He does not need a stupid collarbone to beat these wimps, hell he could probably ride the race without hands and still come in ahead of them. It will be totally humiliating to see him riding the race without once touching the handlebars, twittering with one hand and arranging fundraisers for his Livestrong foundation while holding the phone with the other. I'm sure that the French will probably find a way to have him banned from racing with no hands, or having his hair too short, or maybe even having too cool of a bike.
I am just waiting for the spin on how the collarbone surgery somehow gives him an unfair advantage, and I am positive that somewhere right this instant there is probably some poor French rider in a lab about ready to get beat over the collarbone with a bat because the French are sure that if Lance is doing it, somehow it will make their guy more aerodynamic or release a rare form of testosterone stored in this particular bone. I am certain whatever the results of the surgery, Lance is tough and will overcome this minor inconvenience. In the meantime Lance is in good company. My brother Brett broke his collarbone while on his mission. He was jumping his bike and wrecked, he has the coolest scar to prove it.


In other news. What's up with my brothers and sisters. I write a blog about what it is like to grow up in a large family thinking that there would be tons of response and some pretty funny, insightful stories, what to I get.............(cricket sounds)............ nothing. I write a blog about Tamales and boom, they all have a comment. Here is my list of apologies from the last post.
I am sorry Randy for calling you a Dork, I don't really think you are one, anyone that can make it through the fire academy and score a hot chick for a girlfriend is anything but.

I am sorry Heather for not writing a whole blog about how awesome of a sister you really are. I know that I only devoted part of a blog about what a great aunt and sister you are. Although you are probably the most giving and kindest of all the Mecham siblings, I was not aware that you even read my daily drivel.

I am sorry Rory Ried. I know that this was probably not your best photo that I posted, but it was hard to find one showing your better angle (I don't know what angle that would be).

I am sorry Ron for not being able to explain the R.R. picture. You will need to ask Bri when you get to meet her at the wedding. It would be better if she explained, I can't.

I am sorry Carrol, for not having a clue as to how many eggs are in the jar, and I apologize in advance for the complaining that will happen when I don't win.

I am sorry Brad Pitt. I could not find a photo that I liked. If I thought I looked good, Kathy didn't like how she turned out right, if Kathy looked good in the picture I was probably picking my nose. So I am sorry that I stole your photo for my avatar picture.

I am sorry Mindy. The blog about Sketch was not funny. It was meant to be, but who knew that he would have climbed into a back yard with Tommy's pit bulls, go figure.

Finally, I am sorry Kathy, I don't know what stupid or embarrassing thing I will say or do today, but I am sure that it is inevitable. The filter between my brain and mouth occasionally malfunctions and I am left to say or do something that a normal functioning person would not say or do.

That should finish of the list of sorrys for the day. Everyone have a great day, and be careful when riding your bikes.

P.s. Caroll, Lance guesses 297.