Hamilton, Translated

I fucking love it when shit goes my way!

While his team-mate Nico Rosberg won the Monaco Grand Prix after starting on pole, Hamilton had to settle for fourth with the Red Bull duo of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber claim the other two podium places.

The 28-year-old admits he just didn’t step up to the plate in the Principality.

“I just wasn’t good enough over the weekend,” said Hamilton. “I’ve lots to sort out on my side of the garage, and within myself, and I’ll take time to do that.

“At the moment I’m not quick enough, not on it enough, so I need to get on it.”

Mercedes’ on-track performance on the streets of Monte Carlo was overshadowed by the in-season tyre test that they conducted for Pirelli earlier this month.

Ferrari and Red Bull have lodged a complaint and the FIA has confirmed they are looking into the matter. If found guilty, then Mercedes could be hit with anything from a fine, points deduction to a race ban.

That, though, is not of concern for Hamilton as he just wants to focus on doing his best.

“We were required to do some work, we did some work, it was good fun,” he said. “Right now I’m not concerned about it, that’s for the team to worry about. I just have to focus on myself and try and get my act together.”

HAM – “Man, I am so confused! After years and years of being told how awesome I am and how fast I am and how good-looking I am, I actually started to think that I’m awesome and fast and good-looking! And, now, man, I’m not so sure. I think I’m having one of those, um, ah. . . what the hell is it? An Existential, ahh, crisis? Existential Crisis, yes. Lemme put it to you this way: I’m not even sure if I’m a good musician. That’s how bad it’s gotten, yo. I mean, Christ, points-wise, I’ve got Webbo breathing down my neck and that guy can’t start for shit! The other day, I came in the door, and I’m pretty sure I heard Nicole on the phone with Kanye! Now I’m not even sure if my ego is over-inflated enough for her! Do I need to be more of a head-case?

I just have to keep telling myself: Never give up, keep my feet on the ground, remember where I’m from. . Where I’m from. . .Where I’m from. My dad always told me I was from Krypton. Then he’d tell me to never give up, but to also keep my feet on the ground and then he’d tell me I’m from Krypton again. Then, Ron would always make sure that Martin referred to me as “Clark” or “Supes”. I guess I liked that part of the controlling atmosphere. Fuck, man, I just feel so lost.

I did love that “good fun”, testing those tyres. Ahhh, when it was just me being the fastest again. Me, alone on the track, being really fast. Me, just me and all the guys from Pirelli were, like, “Really good job going really fast, Ham! You are really fast!” Oh, that was good fun!

Well, I’m going to take some time before Canada to do some reading; that always makes me feel better. I like to read while I eat my Haribo. I have this book, here, that Jensen brought by: “The Stranger” by Camus. It looks good. He kinda laughed and said it would make me feel better. Great guy, that Jensen! It’s good to have friends, right Roscoe?”

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