"I drink, therefore I am." The tuning of the original "I think, therefore I am" by René Descartes is from Monty Python. In the song Bruce's philosophers song they turn a long string of philosophers, including the French rationalist, into merciless drunkards always tied to a bottle. After them, Roger Scruton, the late English thinker, wanted to give more packaging to the occurrence and gave birth to a book of the same name (I drink, therefore I am. Ed. Rialp, 2017) to defend that raising the elbow is a clear sign of civilization. If the Monty Pythons pointed to drunkenness with supermarket alcohol, Scruton theorized about the benefits of wine from the best French vintages taken in Bohemian crystal goblets sitting in a stately armchair in the warmth of a good personal library. The sucking of the populace and the aristocratic drinking. Separated in the forms, although united by the urinal.
Jack Grealish has celebrated the City Champions with a four-day drunk. The English extreme has made it clear that it must be framed philosophically in the popular school of the Python. Makes sense. Sir Scruton's mode of pimplar is perhaps best suited to champion golfers or cricketers. As this is a society that takes the joy of others badly, Grealish has come up with moralists from the five continents to make his behavior ugly. Danger! Danger! With the problems caused by alcohol and the brainless soccer player, he sets about giving the worst example, with a debauchery visible during children's hours and fueled by beer, vodka and champagne. The curse, in the form of a prophecy, is written in Manchester: all the children who have a Grealish t-shirt in their closet will end their days with a liter carton of Don Simón as their only heritage.
To avoid this risk, we point out, from now on the celebrations of footballers who win a treble in the same season should be presided over by mineral water. The most that clubs and coaches should authorize their pupils, in the event that joy becomes uncontainable, are soft drinks. As long as they don't contain sugar, of course. It was not the case that escaping from the ills of alcohol we crashed into those of diabetes and overweight. Dirty envy. The player has done what he should. There is no celebration that can be without the presence of excess. We must stand up to the prudishness of those who every weekend would put young people who participate in a rave in jail. Let's raise our glass to all of us who would have liked to be in Grealish's place. Let's toast to the health of those who give away advice that no one asks for. As many times as the body endures. Be careful, yes, let's not all believe ourselves Grealish. That guy plays in another league.
