As a television spectacle, the pinnacle of the snooker year is a savannah for sports fans in a jungle of footballing codes. Demand exceeds supply, making it something to savour each Kiwi autumn.
The sport's vocabulary is mellifluous, too. Words like "cannon", "cushion" and "cueing" pepper the lexicon. Commentators generally allow the coverage to breathe rather than getting breathless about every shot. The reassuring kiss of the white on a red or a colour does the talking.
Lowe excelled at this. When Steve Davis missed the black at 17-17 in the 35th frame to give Dennis Taylor a chance to win the 1985 world championship at 12.23am, the late commentator uttered one upward-inflected word - "No?" Taylor composed himself, leaned forward in his upside-down glasses and completed the pot.
That match, played in front of 18.5 million British viewers, showcased the era. New Zealanders were drawn to footage of Pot Black in record numbers.
Players' panache, control and strategising make snooker ripe for binge viewing, albeit framed in nostalgia that can transport you back a generation to suppers of clinking balls and cheese on toast before bed.