Vive La Tour

I love the Tour de France for the same reason I love lots of sports.
The thrill of victory! The agony of defeat! The rivalries, the scandals, the awesome athletic achievement!
But mostly, I love watching the Tour because I love the live commentary.
I think Paul Sherwin, Bob Roll and Phil Liggett make the best team in sports. (Thank goodness they finally ditched Al Trautwig)
Bobke is the most colorful - "It'll be a virtual schmegelfest of subhumanoids.", Sherwin is the set up man - "the peleton is nervous today, trying to avoid the fracas at the rear"

But personally, I love Phil Liggett.

Examples of "Liggettisms" (add you own South African accent):

* The first pedal has been turned in anger!
* He's dancing on his pedals in a most immodest way!
* He's wearing the mask of pain.
* He's crazy. He's always been crazy. And what on EARTH is he doing?
* This is a pedigree group of men, they are holding on by the skin of their shorts.
* Now if I were an Olympic cycling judge—which as it happens I am—I'd say that was all right.
* He's really having to dig deeply into the suitcase of courage.
* With this attack the chicken skin is about to fall.
* These boys are descending like stones.
* The yellow jersey makes you ride like two men.
* He's riding like he has four legs.

Vive le Liggett! Juillet Bienvenu!