I know. It's a total "oh, c'mon!" moment. I haven't been flying solo for twelve hours and Buttercup got a Myspace page. Apparently, I'm one of those people.

But before I turned into one of those people, we watched the race and Adam devised the theory of the yellow button. F1 conspiracy buffs (by which I mean all two of the F1 fans I know) buy into the red button -- a button controlled by Bernie Ecks that, when pressed, blows up engines. This is also known as the kablammo button.

The yellow button come into play at pit stops. Gun misfires? Fuel mishaps? That's just someone (BERNIE!) hitting the yellow button.

I mean, we all know what's coming, right? A high stakes race at Suzuka on Saturday night where we'll see a maybe two point difference, followed by the annual washout at Brazil where the commentary will be "as the points stand now" for seventy fuckin' laps.

Smart money says Schumacher will win his eighth world championship and Fred will look bitchy in the interview room. And if Schumi doesn't wrap up on top? You know there's gonna be a phone call answered "Hello, Maclaren."

God help me, I still love the sport, even with the yellow buttons, the red buttons, the tire regulations and the tech changes on the horizon. I love Formula One.