¿El Mago o El Machetero o El Bigote?

As recuperation proceeds, I have more time in my hands. So first in the grabbing bag, a reader asks how many years ago the photo from the left was taken. It is from last month’s Allstar Weekend! (I was challenged by my hair gel's application.)

Thank you to the blog reader who sent me the dueling bus placards from Spain. The first reads, “God probably doesn’t exist. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.” Ah, those atheists and their irrepressibility!

The second placard rebuts: “When everybody abandons you, God remains with you.” In my case, I would add Sergio to this. Many thanks again for staying all night in the hospital, my friend!

Finally, a reader question regarding the nicknamings. Yes, in Spain I was referred to at times as El Mago (the Magician). This derived from my ability to manipulate the ball with prestidigitorial dexterity. (Plus, I can shoot!)

At this site, two other thoughts have been suggested by readers. They include El Machetero (literally, “the Machete Wielder,” but generally, a trail blazer) and El Bigote (“the Moustache,” as I may grow one for the playoffs).

Let me know if there are others I should be in consideration of. This distracts me from the hurtings in my slight frame. ¡Un abrazo para todos!