I don't know if it's a matter of age or bipolarity, but for some time now, the perception of reality that is thought to be unique is radically changing.

Recently, all reasoning, like those emulsified cooks now, seemed to me ethereal, puzzled. And of course, I didn't believe it.

If they had then told me that Euskal Telebista and Bainet would arrange for the promoter Bilbain to put her eggs in the nest of the first bird chain and that several ball festivals would offer them “in our country”, I would not have believed that the Virgin of Arantzazu confirmed it in the news reports. But that is the case, and I am prepared to believe everything that has been put before us again.

For years, among other things, we were given the excuse of the public aid that ASPE had at its origin. Among co-workers on the Stock Exchange, listen, as if they're sending somewhere.

They say the one who believes doesn't doubt it. My belief will not be so blind in view of what was seen at the ball festivals, as I cannot take my doubts and concerns away from it.

Reason this, because if not, I will take the sad figure of the nostalgic expelotaris who live to remember what it was.

Not long ago, at an amateur level, the young Pelotari was forced to be slightly above all others, to take a step rather than a leap to the professionals. I doubt whether that is the case today.

It is true that ball companies have to cut costs. With the reduced entrances, the bets placed in the room and the advertising there too, we have to save staff to square the budgets and, therefore, the level of the table has fallen a great deal.

How to adapt to the logic of the company? They take away veterans who are considered expensive, who are still in shape, and replace you with a young man who hasn't bothered that they always tell you yes when you have a contract ahead. Etxekalte.

The conclusions can be easily found if you look at some of the festivals that the match of the Championship of Couples has hosted: a good main game and, without any other option, a poorer one to justify the payment at the entrance, to complete the festival. The same word says, to complete, what serves to complete, a game without its own entity and without appeal. Makeup.

And also, due to so many injuries and strategies provoked by the hard and long competition in the major matches, in the end you don't know who the headline was or who was replacing it. That's what it's like to fuck.