Rugby should be ashamed of itself for the absurdity of yesterday's Six Nations postponement of the France v Ireland game in frozen Paris.
This sport's increasingly lamentable attempts to portray itself as professional took another blow when the match at Stade de France was called off barely 10 minutes before kick-off. The situation of high farce was as amateurish as a kindergarten's Christmas play.
Two organisations stand indicted for a disgraceful state of affairs which cost rugby supporters from both France and Ireland a lot of money. Rugby's supposed governing body, the IRB, and in this particular case the Six Nations committee which tries to put on these games, ought to hang their heads in shame for allowing such a situation to occur.
Of course, it would be too much to expect those with snouts deepest in the feeding trough that is modern rugby, with its five-star hotels, business-class flights and limousine travel, to feel genuine remorse for such a shambles. The fact ordinary supporters lost the whole point of their weekend, not to mention so much hard-earned money, wouldn't concern them - invariably, they're too busy filling their faces with the omnipresent hospitality.
The reason so ludicrous a proposition as playing an international match in the middle of February, the coldest month of the northern winter, at 9pm was even suggested was television. Here was conclusive evidence, if still needed, that the Great God of TV now runs this sport. The IRB long ago ceded control to the men with money.