Frank Cross just finished watching Spa:
The best track in F1, and we get handed one of the worst races. My faith in this sport is almost gone.
Another win determined on Saturday by engineers and aerodynamicists. A 4x WDC on fresh super softs could only once, during the entire race, get close to another WDC on a harder compound tire, and that after a late restart. One shot, he failed, game over.
Other than that, another lame-ass processional. Even my man Ricciardo on the podium could not save this one from the suck pile.
Let's see...some guy passed some other guy for 8th or something....that was cool, but he got a penalty for cutting a chicane.
Another multi-champ, who had a good dice early on, was so pissed off over the lack of power courtesy of his incompetent engine supplier, that he decided to just retire his car.
Two teammates who already hate each other destroy each other's race.
The best young driver in a generation, again let down by his team, and there is next to zero chance he can land a competitive ride in the next few years.
Remind me again.....why do we watch F1?