Zac Guildford has ensured his name will be writ large in the anthology of New Zealand sport.
Unfortunately for Zac, it is fast becoming for reasons he would rather forget (if he could recall them in the first place, that is).
His reportedly outrageous behaviour in a bar in Rarotonga means there will almost certainly be more written about his off-field indiscretions than his on-field triumphs for a long, long time to come.
There is, it has to be pointed out, no shortage of Hawke's Bay precedent when it comes to this kind of thing (Norm Hewitt and Jesse Ryder are Bay boys who can attest to how far you can fall when you are a sports star who drinks to excess then takes it on the town).
Zac has slipped before and this column has thrown its support behind him, understanding, as most of us in Hawke's Bay do, that he is a talented young man who has had a tremendously challenging time since the sudden death of his father three years ago.