The words "Let the Games begin" could not come soon enough as the 30th Olympiad finally got into full swing on Saturday night, after at least a billion people around the globe had watched $53 million going down the drain.
Forewarned of this somewhat excess spend on the opening ceremony - which gave the impression the aftermatch was being held before the Games started - I chose not to watch TV all Saturday because of it, lest I should become a part of it all.
I immediately thought of all the poor kids in Africa, not to mention people's dentistry which had disintegrated from drinking too much Coke, and those turned into fatties by eating too many Big Macs. I think for a moment I even worried about the plight of the two-toed sloth of Central and South America.
Given my chance to protest in peace, I spent the morning struggling with Sudoku (although I breezed-through Code-cracker) and then headed out in the afternoon to watch my favourite rugby team give the mother of a hiding to some blokes from across town who got a 15 together to save face for their club and then endured the mother of a hiding for their trouble.
At home in the evening I switched on the news, at a time by which the opening ceremony should have been well and truly gone.