Lucky for them that controversy was swept aside by Telecom's "no sex please, we're Kiwis" campaign.
A day after it appeared in the Herald, it joined the sheep in the knackers' yard of aborted "good ideas".
Then yesterday, the International Rugby Board was trying to save the Webb Ellis Cup that's been touring the heartland from ending up in on the same rubbish pile.
Faced with the suggestion that the real cup was in Ireland being repaired, and the touring one was a fake, the rugby bosses claimed there were indeed identical twin cups, both the original item and "equal in stature".
And anyone who doubts this, is a soccer-loving sheep shagger. Of which more later.
Watching former All Black captain Sean Fitzpatrick, scudding across the television screen on a giant pink fist demanding that we do our duty for the All Blacks and "Abstain for the Game," brought to mind the truly evil BlackHeart campaign launched in 2002 by a team of admen in support of Team New Zealand's America's Cup campaign.
The Abstain campaign seemed ready to knock the BlackHeart offensive off its pedestal as the most counterproductive sports promotion ever. Then up popped veteran adman David Walden, the Svengali behind BlackHeart, to rip the Abstain campaign to shreds.
He told Close Up's Mark Sainsbury: "This is crass, it's not funny and if anything, it makes the team embarrassed." In case we didn't get the message, it was also "rubbish," "unfortunate," "a bad joke," and "a flop".
As Walden is the reigning master of the genre, who could disagree.
Of course the BlackHeart campaign claimed to be "fun" and "cheeky" as well, but things quickly got out of hand, after Mr Walden labelled defectors like Russell Coutts and Brad Butterworth "traitors"and "mercenaries," and his followers responded by sending letters threatening violence against the children of rival Swiss team Alinghi.
With Abstain, Mr Walden's former Saatchi & Saatchi classmates decided to concentrate on self-flagellation. Supporters were to engage in self-denial for the good, somehow unexplained, of the team.
True, this threatened the safety or equilibrium of no one but the idiot making the sacrifice.
But it did make the All Blacks, and every New Zealander, sitting ducks for every jokester across the Ditch and further afield.
As for the Webb Ellis Cup, by my count there's not just two floating round the world, but at least 1002. The RWC2011 website has 1000 of them for sale for $225 a pop.
As for there being more than one genuine original item, the World Rugby Museum records that "following England's success in 2003 the original trophy [note the singular] was displayed in the museum". It now displays a slightly smaller replica, presented to the English rugby football union by the IRB in 2006, made in 2003.
Until yesterday's revelation of tweedledee and a tweedledum cups, the official line has been that in 1986, rugby bosses visited Garrard, the crown jeweller in Regent St, London, and said we need a cup, what have you got?
Garrard's searched the attic and produced a gold cup, sitting around unloved since 1906. The rugby bosses grabbed it, christened it the Webb Ellis Cup, and that was that. Now miraculously, it's begun reproducing itself.
Who said the Rugby World Cup wasn't fun.
