Last night I had a dream about the end of the Italian Grand Prix. The crowd seemed very happy about something. After about five minutes the PA system crackled and the circuit commentator said, “Felipe Massa, could you please come to the podium? You do realise you won the race?” After another quarter of an hour, there was no sign of the little Ferrari driver so a search party was sent out (using the driver parade truck for some reason).
At the second Lesmo, the truck stopped and the search party found Felipe. For some reason there was a huge bank of snow on the run-off (that conveniently didn’t touch the track and stopped right at the start of the spectator area). Felipe was near the end of that snow bank, helping some cute young tifosi build a snowBernie. It was a remarkable likeness. The dream ended as Felipe hopped onto the truck to get to his podium and Bernie wondered out loud how many scale models of the snowBernie he could sell…
