Last week on Radio Sport, Stephen Jones, a well-known British rugby writer, said that New Zealanders' rugby obsession was "ridiculous". He went on to claim that rugby defined us (which he believes is a bad thing) and that "there's a million other things to life than rugby".
Apparently Stephen Jones loves to wind up New Zealand rugby supporters. He reckons New Zealanders are "almost as good at not getting irony as they are at rugby".
Now while I'll happily watch a good game of rugby, I'd also like to think I'm a multifaceted man of the world, so to be reduced to a crude caricature of a humourless worshipper of the oval ball is rather insulting. It's the kind of thing I've come across before reading stories in overseas newspapers, that all New Zealanders are rugby mad; that we eat, live and breathe rugby and our collective self-worth would have crumbled if we hadn't won those world cups.
We'd be the saddest country on the planet, sulking at the bottom of the world.
This unflattering portrayal needs to be countered, I think, with some hard facts.
Fact one: in my workplace we have never once discussed rugby. I concede there's only four of us, so not a large selection, and the gender balance is three to one in favour of women, but nevertheless I can declare there's no rugby obsession where I work.