I still haven’t cracked the psychology of it. People who walk into a bar, order a soda, and babysit it for 90 minutes just to hate-watch Manchester United play Liverpool FC.
Then, after all that emotional self-harm, they leave clutching their chests; they had survived a minor cardiac event. Surely something stronger in the glass would’ve made the suffering more bearable, or at least more dignified. A little whisky could have softened the trauma. Even science would agree.
