Thursday, July 9, 2015


Dorothy Parker
"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to."


I cannot understand why Maradona has been silent and has not defended Messi.
He is the only one that can stop the naysayers who criticize him.
He is the only one that understands the pressure of trying to win a cup for the national team.
He can explain to those experts (parrots), that soccer is a team game.
That Messi much like him cannot do it alone.
That Messi is special.  That we are lucky to live in the Messi era.
Its a shame that the soccer colleague with the most credibility an influence has remained silent.


At Wednesday’s matinee of the Douglas Carter Beane comedy “Shows for Days,” in which Ms. LuPone plays a small-town theater diva, four cellphones went off, twice from the same phone. .
And when the woman seated at the end of the second row texted — and texted and texted — during the show, Ms. LuPone took action. Without breaking character, Ms. LuPone walked into the audience and took the woman’s phone. “She didn’t know what was going on,” 
Obviously the self-centered, live in her cell phone created  bubble lady did not know what was going on.  She should have been thrown out.  She didn't want to be there anyway.


I have seen it many times.  The star needs recognition to confirm his "arrival", and then has to run and hide from it.  That initial excitement wears out quickly.  Success is invasive and cruel.  It is intrusive and isolating.

Time and time again he cannot eat with his family because of fan interruptions.

Lionel Messi is trapped.  He is trapped by his fame and his fortune.  He is trapped by his father who runs him, "the brand", the business.  He is beholden to the obligations the sponsor's  millions buy.  He is both a passenger and a spectator.

I feel his sadness, it is evident in his eyes. He is the kid that has only known the ball and the field.  He's the kid that at 9-years old, along with his family, was moved to Barcelona by one of the world's biggest soccer teams.  He was and still is the ticket.  He cannot stop.  His business demands, his fans demand it, his charities demand.  He is the producer and provider.

I feel his loneliness. His happiness surfaces when he looks at the ball.  Its a joy to see how he treats it, caresses it and makes magic with it.   I believe his only respite is when he and the ball are united as one on the field.

In every athlete the child has to survive inside to drive the performer.   Messi is that child who is now blinded by the lights and deafened by the noise.

Messi, the kid must dislike Messi, the star.