I used to care little for the America's Cup.
Suggest to me that it was something that the entire country should get excited about, and it was like showing a red sock to a bull.
"How could we have a New Zealand team with foreigners in it", "It's all who has the most money - not skill" and "how can a New Zealander quit his Kiwi team and then take the Auld Mug off us?". I'd happily rant to anyone who listened.
Until someone suggested I think of the racing as the Formula One on the water, but under the banner of countries. That slightly changed my mind.
But still, I'd paid only a passing interest in the recent results until I realised we had a chance to win the qualifying regatta. And then I saw Emirates Team NZ carving around a marker in black and white Kiwi glory. At top speed, the catamaran seemed to fly. I stepped closer to the television. Graphics told me exactly how far we were in front, and by how much we were extending our lead.