The end of the rugby season can't come soon enough. The all-consuming, blinkered coverage of the All Blacks this season has taken some of the pleasure out of watching the game. It feels almost suffocating.
It's like we've slipped back to the 1950s or 1960s, when rugby was the be-all and end-all. New Zealand has moved on in so many ways but we still seem to lose all rational perspective when it comes to the All Blacks.
I have no issue with the team - they are skilled athletes with a tremendous winning culture - but the propaganda around them is becoming too much.
First there was the Chicago schemozzle. The fact we were mistaken for Australia by one newspaper sums up just how much interest there was in a match against a team who would have struggled against an Auckland club side. But we were fed endless coverage, like it was the only thing that mattered in New Zealand sport that week.
And in the past fortnight, we've heard about the All Blacks' concern over home crowds influencing refs at next year's World Cup. The NZRU are also worried about the lack of respect towards the haka and captain Richie McCaw. It's like the New Zealand rugby fraternity wants it both ways.