Sainz Unbothered by Team Orders Incident with Albon

I was sitting there, watching the Miami GP, munching on some stale popcorn when – boom – Alex Albon sneaks past Carlos Sainz. Now, Sainz doesn’t seem fussy, which is weird ’cause team orders were all like, hold your ground, dude. Anyway, Albon dances to fifth place, while Sainz’s car limps into ninth. Must’ve been battling gremlins, you know, floor damage and all that jazz.

Now, zoom out a bit. Alpine’s maybe booting Doohan in favor of Colapinto. Meanwhile, Hamilton’s Ferrari’s got oomph, but kinda runs outta steam when push comes to shove. And Norris? He’s shrugging like, fighting Verstappen’s a lost cause, man.

Back to Sainz. He had this rough weekend – bad juice on them tires right from qualifying, trailing like an old mule. And just when you think it can’t get worse. Albon’s a blip on radar again – they’re like, positions are frozen, but oops, Albon’s off overtaking. Did he get the memo? Who knows.

Oh, and the game of cat-and-mouse with Charles Leclerc? Sainz’s car felt like juggling while riding a unicycle. By the time the VSC rolled out, everyone else was stopping for free popcorn, but Sainz? Nah, more like a front-row seat to chaos.

Albon’s like, “I missed the hold position thingy,” just comfy as a cat on a sunny windowsill, but Sainz’s post-race vibe? No meltdown. He’s like, “I’m the good guy, playing nice, getting overtaken. Awkward…” Flashback to Jeddah, right?

Then there was the Hamilton tango on the last lap. Sainz went for a gap like a kid spotting unattended candy. A bit of a shuffle and brake dance, but no foul. Stewards had a peek, shrugged, moved on.

So, the Miami GP – a jumble of moments, sideways twists, and a bit of head-scratching. Just racing madness – if you can even call it that.