It's easy to feel cocooned in the aftermath of All Blacks vengeance, when one hasn't watched a bare second of the pulverisation of our guests, the Wallabies.
Suddenly we seem over Dirty Politics. Questionable activity in and around the Beehive displaced, replaced by the performing perfection of men on a Saturday night. We are, of course, talking rugby.
Maaaate. John Key. Make way for Richie McCaw and Co. Save the country a small fortune, because there would be no need for an election. Only one side in it.
The point is that when it's the All Blacks, it doesn't matter what happened before (a 12-all draw last week). A "blip" as one commentator called it yesterday. An "aberration" said another. All is redeemed.
While the weekend's sporting ecstasy is good news on a national scale, it is also good news to those wanting to pack McLean Park in Napier in 12 days' time for the All Blacks' next venture, against Argentina, who possibly fancy themselves after almost rolling South Africa yesterday morning at a high-altitude place called Salta.