That was not good...as were a few other ad intrusions which were poorly timed but hey, at the end of the commercial day the coverage had to be paid for.
It always comes down to money.
If it were a perfect world the games would be covered and sent out across the world free of charge and without reminders you might need toilet rolls or a change of bank or something to worm the cat with.
Sent out simply in the name of good sportsmanship.
The coverage which came out of the Gold Coast was remarkable and I can only speculate that every video camera system in the state of Queensland had been rounded up to cover every angle.
Like back in the war when they took possession of every boat and every truck they could "to serve the country".
And every event served up drama at some stage.
There are no scripts or advice-shouting directors at great games like these...although some of the coaches at the cycling and weight-lifting were rather vocal in their approach.
The athletes are the stars of the stage and they turned on superb shows without having to rehearse or read a single line.
Once you sat down and started watching, especially when there were Kiwis on the cast list, it was difficult to get away.
I was chatting to one chap who said his thirst for the sport of lawn bowls was about the same as his thirst for a warm seven-year-old lager from Cuba.
But he happened upon the remarkable clash between Jo Edwards and Wales' Laura Daniels where Edwards clawed her way back from being five down at one stage to take the gold medal for New Zealand.
He said he had been shouting at the screen...offering advice as to where the bowls she was sending down the green should go.
And the cycling was a real heartbeat tester.
When that Aussie lad edged our boy out by what seemed to be about a millionth of a second it was indescribable.
You kind of just sat there for a few seconds and actually hoped an ad break would intrude to lay the pain to rest.
One thing that did emerge from the excellent games coverage was the excellent warmth and respect the athletes had for each other.
Those who narrowly came second would go up and congratulate those who edged them from the fields of gold to the mines of silver.
Like they were dubbed back in 1974, they were, from what I saw, indeed the friendly games.
I can hear Donald Trump now.
"Friendly? What are they thinking...it's sport...it ain't s'posed to be friendly."
And so the flags have now been brought down and the flame extinguished...no hang on, wrong games.
The ad breaks can now run uninterrupted again, and reality shows step in to replace what was REAL reality, and thoroughly enjoyable and at times mesmerising
reality.
And TV1 leads the way, with three "reality" shows in a row tomorrow night.
Oh well, only four years to go.
But hey, Bradley's back!
ON THE BOX
The Kiwi Who Saved Britain, Maori TV, at 8.30pm Tuesday: As we near the cusp of Anzac Day this a fine and fitting story to roll out about a remarkable Kiwi who stepped into the aerial breach during WW2, and who came to be dubbed "the defender of London" by the Germans.
Air Chief Marshall Keith Park, who was born in Thames, took control of the air combat arena during the Battle of Britain, and he was very, very good at the task he had taken on.
He also had his hands firmly on helping win the Battle of Malta.
Not bad for a man who started his military career firmly on the ground with the army, and who saw action at Gallipoli.
Tipping Point and The Chase, TV1 at 3pm and 4.55pm daily: The games are over but they are still on, if you care to get my drift.
For the games shows are back, and these two, while not anywhere up there with the cycling battles, and pretty well every other medal battle, are colourful and popular little competitive diversions.
Tipping Point, and its giant disc dropper, becomes mesmerising as you watch the things slide down into potential medal (money) winning spots.
And with The Chase, well when Bradley decides to send an insult in the direction of The Governess her response is almost always worthy of a gold medal.
