So. Post-Schumacher Formula 1. It’s just not happening for me. I told myself that I love the sport and it’ll do just fine without Schumacher, and may even be more exciting since there’s more competition but I’m afraid it just isn’t happening. Schumacher has been in the sport since I started to watch it roughly 15 years ago and though his departure last year left me cold, I still had high hopes for the sport – hopes that were unceremoniously dashed on Sunday. The race was alright but without a driver to champion, I couldn’t really get into it.
The soporific Hamilton is never going to get me excited and, even as a Ferrari supporter, I can’t bring myself to like Raikkonen. He’s so charmless, he may as well be inanimate. Supporting Alonso is like sleeping with the enemy… a very rich, young, talented and perhaps-attractive-in-a-craggy-sort-of-way enemy but an enemy nonetheless.
And, so, I’ve decided that Massa is my new man (not that I could bring myself to give a damn about what happened to him during the course of the race). I’ll try him for now and let you know if I manage to dredge up any sort of real passion in Malaysia.