It's an exciting time for Kiwi sports fans, with two big events under way that don't come around every day - the Lions tour and the America's Cup.
There was a media frenzy when the Lions touched down at Auckland Airport yesterday, with live updates following their every move - down to when their luggage was being loaded onto a convoy of small trucks. Which was good to know - we'd hate them to arrive without their boots.
It's debatable whether our love of rugby is as strong or all-encompassing as it used to be. But a Lions tour is something special. Whether it's the rare chance to play against the best the British Isles has to offer or the infectious joy the 20,000-strong Barmy Army brings with it - they seem to suck people in, hard-core rugby fans and otherwise.
Those in the Bay of Plenty will remember when the Lions opened their 2005 tour against the Steamers in Rotorua. But my first Lions' memory goes further back.
The British Lions tour of New Zealand in 1993 was the last of the sport's amateur era. On a chilly Wednesday in June they played Taranaki at New Plymouth's Rugby Park. I don't recall the score (a 49-25 Lions' win, thanks Google) but I have vivid memories of that day - not least because all schools had closed at lunchtime so we could go to the game. I remember fighting for loaves of bread during the famous halftime bread chuck - a 'Naki tradition I am delighted to hear continues to this day. Even as kids we knew it was a big deal and 24 years later I still remember it.