You’d watched the penultimate lap unfold on your phone, curled up on your couch thousands of miles away. Kimi Antonelli’s Mercedes had looked twitchy through Turn 6 — rear end stepping out, a fraction of a second of lost grip — and Lando Norris had been there, hungry, capitalizing.

Fourth place slipped through his fingers like sand.

Now, hours later, the race results were old news. But the comments section under Kimi’s latest Instagram post was not.

You don’t know him. You’ve never met him. You’re just a fan.

But somewhere between the fifty-seventh and fifty-eighth hateful message, your thumb pauses. The cursor blinks in the DM bar.

You type before you can think better of it.