Thinking back at this month's posts, the thing I note is that I didn't talk one - not once - about this year's Tour de France.
This year we all started out sort of hoping that Cadel Evans would do well, perhaps even repeat his win of 2011. When it became clear sometime in the middle of the second week of racing that 1) Cadel just didn't have it, and 2) Bradley Wiggins and the monster that is Team SKY were going to roll over everyone we fell apart, each developing our own favorites. The kids fastened on to Vincenzo Nibali because we had nicknamed him "Nibbles" in the first week and they loved the image of this lean Italian as a little mouse on a bike.
This year's Tour was the story of a team, and a rider, that were head-and-shoulders better than everyone around them.
This year it was SKY and Wiggins who put Britain on the podium in the sort of casually brutal way that those great powers do.
As always, this year's Tour was a great spectacle, a great athletic event, and a great human story. We enjoyed the hell out of it, warts (doping) and all. Vive le Tour!