The triumph of the ballbusters

The triumph of the ballbusters

MISE À DAY

This is a controversy that comes to us from Roberval. It took place last Sunday.

Samuel Girard, who won the Stanley Cup with the Colorado Avalanche, was there, precisely to celebrate his victory, and “share” the an afternoon of the precious trophy with his fans.

A day of celebration, then. And by definition, a day of excess, should I say.

So Girard drank, he drank well, he toasted, and we understood that he “drank too much”.

” Drank too much “. That is to say, he did not drink like a 53-year-old civil servant who goes to bed on a Wednesday evening at 10:30 p.m., only to be in good shape the next day when he wakes up at 6 a.m. No. He drank like a young man of his age, a conqueror, who had just accomplished a feat, and who didn't worry about tomorrow.

Alcohol

Alas, as it should be, the priests of good drinking fell on him.

Radio-Canada thus taught us that Geneviève Désautels, of Éduc'alcool, was not happy. Oh no!

I quote it in two parts.

First lesson in morality: “The Stanley Cup in Roberval is a very special event that gives hope that playing hockey is an achievable dream for young people […]. If the hockey player in question escapes it in terms of excessive consumption and that can give an image of trivialization of excessive consumption, it is a totally incoherent message.”

Second course moral: “Do we have to consume excessively to celebrate? We don't have to forget the beautiful event by a day after”.

We would politely want to say to him: but mind your damn business! Leave him alone! Give him patience! By what right does she allow herself to lecture this young man who allows himself this moment of exuberance?

It is in such a moment, fueled by the givers of lessons from social networks, that we remembers how much we live in a puritanical, rigid, austere, hard-to-enjoy era.

It is an era foreign to the excesses that also make life joyful.

Everything must be measured, framed, limited, and improvised little priests want to impose their guide to the good life on us.

Not too much alcohol! Not too much salt! Not too much meat! Not too much life! Not too much desire either! Repent! And all this in the name of “setting an example”.

Party

A little reminder seems elementary to me: the essence of the party is to register under the sign of excess, of transgression. It is the figure of the carnival, or of the banquet. It takes us out of our pre-programmed lives, and allows each other to get out of the agreed social norms.

In this controversy against Samuel Girard, I can't help but see there too a form of aversion to young men, as if they were to become little old men before their time. There is something suffocating in this moralizing pressure that consecrates the triumph of the balls.

Triumph of the ballbusters