I like to think we New Zealanders are a pretty parochial bunch.
We are proud of where we live, what we do, and how we do things in Aotearoa.
We proudly shout about our achievements and performances on the world stage, pretty much punching above our weight so to speak. But we can also be a pretty fickle bunch too, and I can raise my hand and admit that I can certainly be like that at times. Take the America's Cup for instance.
A year-and-a-half ago we were united as one, willing on Team NZ on the waves of San Francisco, the country on a knife edge crowded around TVs and radios waiting for the cup to come home. We all know how that ended don't we?
Now the team is looking for public money again, and it looks like skipper Dean is on the outer, and we all found out before he did.