Mick Schumacher, the son of seven-time Formula One world champion Michael, has been beaten to the German Formula 4 title by main rival and former teammate Joey Mawson.
Drazen Petrovic Nets Jersey .Schumacher, 17, headed into the final round of the season at Hockenheim 39 points behind Mawson, who wrapped up the championship with two races to spare by taking victory in the opening race of the weekend.The Prema Powerteam driver needed to avoid dropping more than 10 points to the Australian in the first race to keep his title hopes alive, but suffered a blow when he was one of several drivers to be excluded from qualifying, while Mawson claimed a spot on the front row.After winning the qualifying race from 14th, Schumacher -- in his second season racing single-seaters -- battled back from 22nd on the grid to finish sixth, although it was not enough to stop Mawson from sealing the title, after he passed pole-sitter Mike David Ortmann en route to recording his ninth victory of the season.Schumacher could still end the year with a championship crown, if he can overcome a 25-point deficit to Marcos Siebert in the Italian F4 series finale at Monza at the end of October.
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Kenneth Faried Jersey. However, Dad Me is heartened by the fact that my kids have developed their own nature-and-nurture connection to a team -- its not my childhood team, of course; its their childhood team.As a parent and a fan, it is so fulfilling to have introduced them to a team and had it stick. (As fans born in the aughts, many of their other team allegiances are as defined by geography-defying NFL Red Zone or NBA League Pass as any other factor.)Meanwhile, their enthusiasm for their home team enhances my own feeling about that team. It is so easy -- too easy -- to take a wearying, anxiety-laden adult perspective on your team, but proximity to child-like enthusiasm is the antidote.I find it impossible to project too far down the road with their fandom -- after all, when I was their age, I could never could have predicted where things would have ended up three decades later.Instead of a Cubs hat, I join them wearing a Curly W. Instead of a Sandberg T-shirt, we put on our Bryce Harper shirts. We commiserate and celebrate with the other fans in random moments, like on line at the grocery store. They clip and save the newspaper sports section front pages and would certainly beg for us to buy all the garish championship merchandise. Through them, I am trying to recapture the unbridled baseball-fan joy of Tween Me.Unquestionably, I forfeited the opportunity to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime moment for die-hard Cubs fans who have been willing to put in the effort and embrace the kid-projecting earnestness of being a real fan. But sharing in my own kids enthusiasm during this playoff run is not a bad consolation, regardless of how the team finishes the month.That said, from my own experience, there is a lesson I want to impart to them from this: You can pick up new favorites along the way, but dont ever lose the original fan faith you had as a kid.Tween Me deserved better, but Dad Me is trying to make up for lost time.Dan Shanoff writes about parenting for espnW. You can connect with him on Twitter at @danshanoff or follow along with his sports-parenting adventures on Instagram at @danshanoff. ' ' '