This is the way Vettel's championship ends. Mexico brings us the typical combo of terrible grip, low downforce, and twitchy back ends, with nary a safety car or backmarker shunt to spice up this baseball stadium-laden travesty of a track. Max's star continues to shoot, Ricciardo falls prey to spiteful gods yet again, and Will Smith decides he's relevant to Formula 1. Oh, and Hamilton wins the championship by rolling home in one piece.