We're way busy watching other men kick a symbolic pigs bladder for 90 minutes. It's how we get to release our pent up masculinity, and quite possibly the only way we can cry or show ecstatic joy and connect with ourselves. And the pig bladder is often representative of our guilt and deep rooted dislike of the pig spirit in man, so by cheering others that kick it for us, we're liberated momentarily in our minds, thus 'we' collectively kick the bladder of the pig, as much out of a sense of liberation and often fear . The further symbolic joy of setting aside an arena to express this, twice weekly, gives us hope where hope may have been otherwise extinguished. Further, the chanting brings on a higher state of emotional engagement, which often lasts beyond the 90 minutes. And if the conclusion is neutral a further number of minutes are allocated to whip up the spectacle. It incredible to see otherwise meek individuals, spill forth their thoughts, knowing they are in a safe place and will be held aloft, quite possibly. 'The referee's a w4nker' Thus organising anything between these two weekly festivals, might prove distracting .