So what the hell am I supposed to do now? This might sound sad, but the end of the Rugby World Cup has left a gaping void in my life. You see, despite the emotional and physical toll games like the final and the semifinal against Australia took on me - I got the nervous hiccups many times on Sunday and for the Aussie game I broke out in anxious shivers half an hour out from kick-off - I love rugby. It's my favourite thing to watch on the box, even over beloved films like The Godfather and Star Wars.
And during the Cup it didn't matter if it was the dour war between USA and Russia in New Plymouth, the hammering of Australia in that semi, or the tense, near-debacle of the final, I have loved every minute of it.
But now it's finished. So apart from kicking balls around in the back yard with my almost 4-year-old - who's a staunch All Blacks supporter even though she prefers the team strip of Wales ("the ones in red") - I'm going to have to find something else to do.
And what do you know, since I've been forced to take off my RWC blinkers, I've realised there is quite a bit coming up.
It's summer after all with gig season and new season TV upon us - and for those wanting immediate kicks remember Halloween is on Monday night. So get your happy grump Graham Henry mask ready.