In a clash so heated it could boil a kettle, Ireland and France prepare for the upcoming Six Nations showdown that promises not just rugby, but also a side of shenanigans that can only be described as “pub crawl meets sporting event.” Fans worldwide are tuning in, wondering if they’ll witness a dazzling display of athletic prowess or simply a collective stumble into various local taverns across Dublin. As the two titans of the rugby world gear up, the stakes couldn’t be higher. Historical rivalries, national pride, and the very real chance of receiving a red card for any of the players, all while downing pints of beer, make this not just a game, but an impending spectacle of sporting absurdity. The last time these two heavyweights clashed, it ended in chaos, with a flurry of yellow and red cards flying about like confetti at a wedding, interspersed with less-than-graceful attempts at running, passing, and occasionally “tackling” the wrong opponent. This time, fans are actively campaigning for a points system that combines rugby scores with the number of pints consumed—“surely there’s a way to make it all more entertaining,” they argue from their seats at the nearest pub. As for the teams, both sides are reportedly "focused on the game," which, if you listen carefully, translates to “we’re attempting to ignore the mass of inflatable shamrocks and berets in the stands.” Players will undoubtedly deploy their best moves on the field, interspersed with a few sidelong glances at the nearest Guinness tap, and the knowledge that if they score a try, it should be immediately followed by a celebratory round for their 15 closest friends in the beer garden. The hype has reached fever pitch, with bar owners in Dublin stockpiling an unprecedented amount of cider and stout, while you can practically hear the clinking of glasses and utterings of “this will be the year” echoing through the streets. Meanwhile, French supporters plan to show up decked out in every imaginable shade of blue, while Irish fans will counter with their undeniable love for green, leaving spectators to ponder if this all looks more like a very confusing gender reveal party. In the lead-up to the big day, one can’t help but wonder: what will happen first—France's third consecutive victory or the complete consumption of each pub's hearty stew pot? Only time will tell, but as long as there’s the potential for a red card, a pint, and perhaps a grammatical disagreement over the official rules of rugby and drinking, one thing is for sure—this might just be the last sport where you can get carded and then head straight for the bar.