Is Denis Menchov getting feisty?
Does he suddenly have a bee in his bonnet, a burr in his saddle, did he just accidently down a quart of Mexican hot sauce?
We ask because Mr. Silent Assassin, the least quotable man after George Hincapie, is suddenly talking a little trash. Is it the fat new contract with Geox? Is it all that free Italian footwear they sent him? Did he just get a divorce and shack up with some Thai soft core porn starlet? In other words, wassup with Denis throwing down so hard?
Here’s what the formerly Silent Assassin had to say about his competition in the Vuelta, the Brothers Schleck: “On reputation they appear to be the most dangerous. But they have to prove it.” For Dissing Denis, that’s the equivalent of saying, “the Schlecks suck. I’m gonna kick their skinny little Luxembourg asses.” Has Menchov been hanging around with Mark Cavendish learning the art of smack?
What’s going on here, we ask in mock seriousness? Next thing you know, Menchov is going to lose his Three Stooges haircut and start looking like Danilo di Luca — maybe even go with some blonde highlights.
Maybe Denis Menchov has just reached that pointed in his career where a change of scenery and personality were required. Maybe he’s feeling a little Cipollini, maybe he feels like hitting some nightclubs, crashing a Porsche, burning a few bridges, launching some spit, handing out the one finger salute. It’s a drag being the quiet one, always careful, never saying the mean-spirited and funny stuff you simply can’t let out in polite public. Maybe Denis just loosened his Sidis and it feels damn good.
Watch out for Denis. He may or may not be a wild man.