As sports enthusiasts were being tantalized by an endless array of Topps and Upper Deck exhibits, an excursion to Camden Yards and even a cavalcade of Baltimore sports legends, a suspicious and ominous presence casted a daunting shadow over the normally joyous festivities.
Heavy-legged Sastre clambers to the top of the podium flanked by a couple of French beauties and he looks more relieved than joyous as he pulls the maillot jaune over his taut frame once again.