So okay, we lost the shield but the way things are going, we are set to pick up a Cup. A Cup with as much colour and history as the Ranfurly Shield - the latter of which has over the past month become like the centrepiece of a very physical game of pass the parcel.
Not that we are likely to see the thing or be afforded the opportunity to grasp and embrace it the way hundreds of Hawke's Bay folk did with the log of wood.
Oh no, should the America's Cup come down this way, and it is looking increasingly certain that it will, it will be sealed away after doing the obligatory street parade through central Auckland.
While this America's Cup has been soiled by avarice and some shady tactics by a few members of the Oracle squad, it has, however, grabbed plenty of public attention. For two reasons. One: We can take on the United States in something other than rugby and beat them.
Two: It may not be yachting as we know it, but it is actually quite thrilling to watch.
To me, boats have hulls and hulls sit in the water, but these things are designed to lift their twin hulls out of the water.