I hate those Saturday afternoons when there’s an international Rugby game being played in Dublin. We get thousands of Scots running around town wearing kilts shouting, “There’s nothing worn under ma kilt.” If not them, it’s the English fans singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, a song, or chant, that features various gestures that tradition dictates they have to include. If you get one wrong, you have to knock a drink back. I...