If things work out right, I plan to watch Sunday's big Rugby World Cup semifinal twice.
First, I'll see it at the stadium, from so far up in Category D that vertigo is guaranteed and altitude sickness a serious possibility.
When a friend got in touch last week to advise that a semifinal ticket was available at an only mildly eye-watering price, I couldn't resist the chance to be present for sporting history in the making.
Never mind that we'll be at about the same height as the Sky Tower viewing platform and that only CIA-style listening technology would enable us to hear the proverbial thwack of boot on leather. We'll cope with any nosebleeds and still be able to soak up the atmosphere rising from the cauldron below. On one side of the Tasman or the other, this will be one of those games that people reminisce about for decades to come.
My preference would be an electrifying match, with the All Blacks triumphant. And the second part of that formula alone would also work just fine.