Maybe it's time we, as a country, found a new summer sport to support.
One that we're actually good at and one in which we can field a decent representative team.
Because cricket's not really working for us, is it? And it hasn't worked for us for quite some time.
It makes me sad, because I love the game - when it's played well. I grew up in a halcyon era when New Zealand had a dream team.
We had John Wright and Bruce Edgar opening, Martin Crowe batting, Jeremy Coney as captain, Ian Smith generally up for a bit of lower-order fireworks before putting on the gloves and working his magic behind the wicket. There was a certain world-class bowler, Sir Richard Hadlee, and a tireless workhorse in Ewan Chatfield who could always be relied on at the death.