Hey, never mind that the Bernard Foley and Nick Phipps combination doesn't work and Will Genia and Quade Cooper, in hindsight, should have been persevered with now that x-factor Kurtley Beale has gone.
But my conscience kept dragging me back to the Rio Olympics because Hansen and Cheika's dilemmas pale in comparison.
Just as cricketers attempt to debate some of the universal issues plaguing societies while waiting for an edged delivery in the slip cordon, I have opted to stray into the lanes of what I consider to be more pertinent to the human race.
That the Olympics is organised every four years on the foundation of fair play and all the other warm fuzzies that make us go "ooh" is highly commendable.
The reality, of course, is the flag-toting teams of the world seldom ever follow the doctrines of what the Olympics purports to champion.
The global tribes - namely the United States, Team Great Britain, Russia (until Rio) and China - gather to show their might.
The "lesser nations" appear to be scrambling for an acceptance into some sort of secret society, almost in a cultish fashion where they feel a medal somehow elevates them to a celestial level.
In some cases it does, only to further reinforce the belief and necessitate another vicious four-year cycle to devotion.
The "thanks for coming even though it boggles the mind how the hell you were ever able to afford it" group is simply there to make up numbers and make the haves feel good about themselves.
From the time a nation is granted hosting rights the game of character assassination begins, akin to the Fifa World Cup and cricket, where factions emerge depending on where a country's allegiance lies in relation to a continent.
Rio is no exception. It has had its share of problems.
Delays in building infrastructure, crime in the city and more recently a TV camera suspended via cables toppling in the wind at the Olympic village to injure two spectators.
But let's try to look past the blueish-green tinge of swimming pools and Michael Phelps' cupping bruises for snapshots of human behaviour.
The Olympic flag provides a historic sense of belonging for 10 refugee athletes disenfranchised from their politically fractured countries of birth.
It won't resolve a global crisis but it certainly draws attention to the plight of peoples at a gathering where corporate giants hand out mountains of free burgers and fries to athletes.
The first same-sex married couple, Britain's hockey players Kate and Helen Richardson-Walsh, is competing at the games.
Again, that doesn't mean everyone is accepting of such a union, especially those who are religiously inclined, but there's a modicum of tolerance and acceptance that will minimise different forms of discrimination.
Fiji, historically winning its only medal, showed humility all the way to the podium but would the world have latched on to it had it not won any bling, let alone gold, in sevens.
My hat's off to hijab-wearing athletes, not just fencer Ibtihaj Muhammad who got prime-time viewing on the American soapbox, for promoting religious and cultural tolerance.
Just the thought of covering up from head to toe during a 100m sprint, a beach volleyball court or out on the rowing lanes makes me feel uncomfortable.
Sure, while it's premature to claim the women symbolise freedom, as we know it, it still is a giant leap for womankind from that part of the world.
Conversely, a skimpy garb that unashamedly trades flesh for viewership and inclusiveness is hardly a liberation statement for western values.
On the flip side of mankind, no winners emerged from the judo mat in the unscheduled bout between Islam and Christianity.
Losing Egyptian Islam El Shehaby succumbed to social media pressure, refusing to shake hands with opponent Or Sasson, of Israel, in another sequel of cold war.
Juxtapose that with Kiwi Nikki Hamblin and American Abbey D'Agostino helping each other up after a stumble in a heat of the 5000m race.
All the talk of Zika virus has echoed a message much closer to home.
It's sobering to hear double gold medallist Hamish Bond, whose wife Lizzie is a GP, say people are more likely to just become ill in Rio rather than pick up the mosquito-borne disease, amid emotive press on deformed babies. Who would have guessed a gastro bug would have brought Havelock North to its knees and hold Hawke's Bay at ransom?
