The rat experiment

Today an interview was published with Lewis Hamilton, blaiming some 'personal problems' for his mediocre performance last season.

I can't help but remember that hilarious article about Martin Whitmarsh calling Hamilton an 'experiment'. Its here, in case not everyone has seen it:

http://www.crash.net/f1/news/158448/1/mclaren_experiment_made_hamilton_who_he_is_now.html


So, since i read this, when i see Hamilton i always imagine a rat trying to find its way through the labyrinth.

Maybe the labyrinth is quite approbiate. Trying to find his way through the labyrinth of life. Maybe the main problem of Mr. Hamilton is Mr. Hamilton.

Ask any psychologist and he will tell you the personality is being formed in the early childhood and adolescence. Now, how can one develop a personality if he is being raised as an experiment??

The question is: was the 'experiment' successful?

If you ask Ron Dennis, for sure. He will love his creation aside from some little flaws: 2008 Australia: Hamilton won the race and when RD gratulated him and at one moment trying to take a coke bottle out of his hands ('YOU DON'T DRINK THAT STUFF DUDE NOT IN FRONT OF A CAMERA') Hamilton almost knocked him out. And it wasn't a joke. The boy looked dead serious, and RD backed off quickly. He better.

'When you raise crows, one day they will hack out your eyes.'

Anyway, he won the title in 2008 (how is debatable) so for RD yes, it must have been successful. I'm not so sure about Whitmarsh. Would he call it a success?

Would you like to learn that you have been raised as an 'experiment'? Isn't that a bit like finding out (waving to Arnold Schwarzenegger) that you are a clone?

Not any better than to find out that in the end, you are nothing but....

'Grumpy' Fernando

Thats 'grumpy Alonso' for you, Mr. Allen. Maybe if you weren't a british journalist with your head deep in some british driver's you know what, he would smile to you, too.

Fernando smiles, and the world smiles with him.

Have a look...a happy, relaxed, charming Fernando. Does Mr. Allen even know this guy? I really doubt it....

I left quite a grumpy comment on Mr. Allen's blog. If he calls me grumpy, he would have a reason. I mean, i can be really, really grumpy. I also tend to shake my fist at people. My bad luck that there is never a tv camera around.

One day i met two spanish guys in a train. I told them i'm a die-hard fan of Fernando and what a great guy he must be, charming smile and all. They looked at me as if i had gone mad. One said: "But we thought he is really grumpy all the time". I asked them how they got that oppinion and they said they read it in the press. Excuse me????

I told them 'no he is not. He is sweet. He flirts with the ladies.' They kept looking at me as if i had gone mad. They just didn't believe me. They read it in the press, you know.

So, is Fernando grumpy or not?

When you are a british journalist- sure.
When you are a german journalist- depends. When your name is Kai Ebel, probably.
When your name is Petrov- 'THOU SHALT NOT INTERFERE WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT'

 For all others- take a look at the video.


Thats Fernando for you.

The year is coming to an end...

and i decided to create a blog.

Probably a bad idea. The internet is full of sport blogs. My personal preference is motorsports and tennis, so i might concentrate on those two most of the time.

Over the years i detected that by swimming against the tide (and being a fan of the 'villains' in sport) you can make a lot of enemies. But i'm not only a natural sceptic, very susperstitious (i firmly believe in Murphy's notebook) and overcritical in general, i also love conspiracy theories. I can promise to be at least entertaining. Wether you like it or not.

I know there is no way to become as popular as James Allen, Peter Bodo or Steve Tignor. Or even Turrini, though his main fault is that he is only blogging in italian. He should try english for all the crap he produces on a daily basis. Brits love that kind of stuff.

I still have to find out how this thing works, all comments will be welcome (flame me, insult me, give me animal names, take away my credit card), all blogs will be more or less provocating.

Oh and call me Sherlock. I seriously think i should have become a private eye. Maybe even a spy. I was born too late for a career as a double agent!