I am writing this having just returned to my hotel room at about tea time on day three and I'm not happy.
I'm not as upset as the little boy I walked past on the way to my car, or the disillusioned students who reckon they're not going to watch the Black Caps again, or the elderly Northern Districts members who can't understand how the Blacks can continue to be so poor at test cricket and are worried about the quality of their ground being misrepresented and their Association missing vital Sunday gate-takings.
I reckon my paymasters are a bit peeved at missing out on two days and a session of valuable viewer hours yet again too.
Do we all have a right to be angry? You bet we do. Nine wickets in fewer than three days is a thrashing. Okay, there were times the Black Caps had South Africa under pressure but so what? In the end, they were unable to capitalise and then got spanked.
This series is vitally important for the health of cricket in this country. Hobart is a lifetime ago and that good will has been spent. Zimbabwe is irrelevant because Zimbabwe was not and is not a team worthy of test status or even international status. This was the one we all waited for and all we have for show is one T20 win.