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Even the great one, the chairman of the board, can't save this one. Rossi's on the edge of the tire and gets a nudge from behind. |
It's amazing this didn't turn into a major incident. |
Rossi and bike slide off the line and everybody tries to avoid the lanky Italian. |
How Rossi escaped all this without being run over is unknown. God loves him, just like he did Fonzie. |
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On the ground and trying to avoid being hit, Rossi does the duck and cover under his desk. He's safe from nuclear attack—by hiding under a wooden desk? |
Ah, it's all over. Time to get up and ... |
Ka-boom! Rossi's team-mate, Colin Edwards, gets in on the fun. 'Football my ass,' the Texan says, 'you Euros play soccer wearing disco socks! BFD.' |
Now is the time on Festivus where we air grievences. |
Soon to be followed by feats of strength. |
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