Riqui Puig. Traded the blue and red for a blank canvas last year and hasn’t stopped painting since. The final piece may take a while to dry, but the picture is already clear. Riqui Puig is different. They’ll tell you this league doesn’t deserve him, but who does? Allocation Money, Salary Caps, Garber Bucks, all the noise is forgotten once a player puts on a performance like Puig’s last night. Stripped everything back to essence and showed 82 thousand people why they fell in love with this sport in the first place. The game in its purest form, the kind where all you can do is sit back and smile, because you know you’re witnessing magic. Drifting, floating, gliding on the field like pen on paper, writing a symphony of fútbol that only a select few have been known to play. Some kiss the badge and turn their cheek when the tide gets high, but it seems the Galaxy have found the one to guide them through the storm. Enjoy greatness. Another El Tráfico in the books, and another star stamping h...