As befitting its tortuous history, the 34th America's Cup regatta has had it all - and a whole lot of nothing.
Hosted by a city whose denizens gave rise to a counter-culture that celebrated the ideals of peace, love and harmony, the America's Cup has thrown together its usual toxic mix of fear and loathing, protest and mistrust.
Conceived by arguably the best America's Cup sailor in history, Russell Coutts, and the world's fifth-richest man (according to Forbes), Larry Ellison, this was the can't-miss contest that has missed ... spectacularly. Behind the intrigue and the plotting, the tragedy and the farce there lies and inescapable truth: since the regatta opened to Independence Day fireworks there has been just one race - one! - that has approximated a contest, and that was played out between the two stragglers, Artemis and Luna Rossa.
Yes, Team New Zealand look a picture when their hulls lift and they careen around San Francisco Bay at 40-plus knots. The concept of foiling alone is jaw-dropping, actually seeing it in action is tomomentarily suspend disbelief. But, and this is a big but, it has amounted to little more than an exhibition so far. Exhibitions can be enthralling, but are they sport?
The regatta and its prelude has for the most part been a protracted embarrassment. Perhaps that's why Ellison has been so conspicuous by his absence. He's put on this party, virtually nobody has turned up, so he's decided to shut himself in his bedroom - in his case a gloriously ostentatious superyacht - and deadbolt the door.