They say that familiarity breeds contempt. Well, the Six Nations at once proves and disputes that old adage.
First, the proof. On Thursday brought reports of T-shirts already on sale, online, celebrating England's Grand Slam in 2017.
It didn't take long for the reaction to begin in earnest and no prizes for guessing the tone of it. 'Typical English arrogance', was the cry, amid an out-pouring of Celtic indignation. Irish, Scots and Welsh united in the conviction that the upstarts would pay for such a lack of respect.
Put aside the fact that the T-shirts were certainly not official merchandise, the fuse has been lit - with three weeks and a day to go until the annual European showpiece begins again. And there will be contempt, alright. Historical grievances and neighbourly antagonism are the very pillars on which the competition is founded.
There is supposed to be hostility and tension; that's why the formula works. Everyone cares deeply about beating enemies from across their borders. These are fervent sporting derbies, weekend after weekend. The Rugby Championship cannot hold a candle to the Six Nations for a sense of occasion because, although the standard is often so much higher, the rivalries are less bitterly entrenched.