Working in a newsroom, all I have heard about for the last three days is rugby.
What went wrong, whose fault it is, how much money people have lost... and of course, where was the damn droppie?
Indeed, one would think there is nothing left to say about Sunday's
fateful match.
But it seems there is. And strangely, it falls squarely in my domain.
You see, it appears there are some very dissatisfied ladies out there following the All Blacks' loss.
And no, I am not talking about disappointed fans.
It seems many New Zealand males are so devastated by our World Cup failure that they have completely lost their libido.
A friend mentioned this problem yesterday, bemoaning her boyfriend's lacklustre performance.
A quick informal survey found she was not alone.
Since Sunday's game, it seems several Kiwi males have either completely lost interest in sex, or - perhaps more worryingly - lost their ability to ... er, score.
Adding to the frustration of my female comrades is the fact that for the past four weeks, they have been neglected and ignored in favour of the rugby.
Just when they thought the madness was over and life - in particular their sex life - would return to normal, it turns out no, it has got even worse.
And I for one find it ridiculous.
I understand that people are upset, and yes, it is gutting that we lost.
But it's not like you were the ones running around out there.
It's not you that has spent the past three years of your life training for something, only to see it slip away in a matter of minutes.
The biggest sacrifice most of us made was giving up a few hours' sleep to get up and watch the game.
And that is not enough to justify the state of mourning so many have assumed.
Nobody died. It's only a game. [Insert additional cliche here].
In short: Get over it already. Shut up and man up.
