Until the weekend I was wedged somewhere between ambivalence and bemusement when it came to the Rugby League World Cup.
There are many farcical elements of the RLWC. The timing for one - held anywhere between three and five years, the tournaments seem to be scheduled whenever the host country gets around to organising it. Or perhaps it is because the international league calendar is so jam-packed they struggle to find room to squeeze it in.
The composition of the teams is another oddity. Countries where nobody bothers to play league have fielded teams made up of second tier or veteran NRL players with tenuous links to that country. Strewth, it hardly screams a true international event when you hear an Australian accent in every post-match interview.
Yet for all of league's rather clumsy attempts to turn the sport into an international powerhouse, the RLWC is turning out to be quite entertaining.
Part of the allure of watching any international tournament is tracking the progress of the so-called minnows. It's the Cool Runnings principle - convention dictates that every sporting event must have an underdog story.