haha and considering my dad could be my grandpa, don’t feel too old

Interesting stats Genis. 48 from 50 passes is impressive. I don’t know how much that means though. Comparing Busquets passing to Xavi’s isn’t accurate or fair on Sergio. You could say the fact that Busquets getting 48 out of 50 passes is better than Xavi’s 50 out of 65 but Xavi had 4 assists. Not the be knocking the lad but which means more?
5 fouls conceded is the interesting one. As I said, not enough one touch passing. Not even necessarily first time passing but he should at least control it and pass it. The reason he got fouled a fair bit is because he would control it, look one way, turn and then a tackle would come in. HE WILL LEARN. He has immense potential.

More importantly, he has a better dress sense than his father. Carles was unlucky that Zubi was ahead of him for long long but he certainly looked kinda foolish to a kid like me. I was 7 when I started following Barca and Busquets was backup to Zubi at that stage.
Hristo Stoichkov was my first hero…

And you know what? Dani Garriga, the vicepresident of the Penya Nevada Smiths, is a very close friend of one of my niece’s husband. He was his best man in their wedding, in 2004, and they made their wedding reception right here, at my house in the woods of El Montseny… I didn’t know about him or la penya at that time, so I don’t remember him. But sure he’ll remember the reception: it was outdoors, and while we were all eating at the tables under the tents, with all the waiters coming and going, a storm came out of nowhere and it rained very hard, a real deluge, about 32 mm in half an hour with a lot of wind! We all got really soaked… Then, at the end, the cars, that were parked in a nearby meadow, began to skid… So the groom, one of his brothers and me set ourselves to push the first one… I was in the middle, right after the car, but they were behind the rear wheels… As you can imagine, their tuxedos ended covered with an inch of mud…

Sure Dani will remember!

Man, you guys are so fun to read?

Am I the youngest? 23

My Barcelona fandom is growing inside me every day, which is so much fun. Going to Nevada Smiths helps me to give voice to that love, to find a group of impassioned fans that you can use to express that which is inside yourself anyway.

I bleed blue and red, it’s just Jayhawk blue and red, though tinged further and further with blaugrana shades…

“… my point was that some comments I’ve read here [are *downplaying* Busi's performance], perhaps because their authors see Busi … as a threat to Yaya… I think that [Busi] doesn’t deserve AT ALL [those] comments…”

But should you ever ask me a simple advice, mainly as a seasoned soci, but also as a psychologist, I could only tell you my personal approach to this issue, which has been very satisfactory so far: When all goes well, I let myself be carried away and I enjoy the good times because I *know*, for certain, that they will end. And more so at my age: if all goes well and I don’t leave too soon, I expect to live two, three, perhaps even four good cycles. OTOH, when things go wrong, I distance myself a little from this enjoyable self-deceit and I keep in mind that it’s not THAT important, that there are other things, that football is the new opium for the masses, the roman circus of our era. BUT it hurts; a little, yes, but it hurts. Fortunately, I also *know* that the bad times will come to an end and a new good cycle will begin. Sounds easy? It is! Some call it “Controlled Folly”.

And Isaiah, you *have* to tell me how old you are, because now I see you again as a teenager ! When I read “And when you’re so high on the optimism, it’s easy to come crashing down very roughly. So instead, I try not to be optimistic, despite everything pointing towards the fact that I should be optimistic. You protect yourself after a while, you know?”, do you know what came to my mind? The song “I’m a rock” by Simon and Garfunkel… “If you’d never loved you never would have cried… I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries”. That’s what I listened when *I* was a teenager feeling blue because of some girl…

You analize that!

From the usual place.