I believe there is a complacency to New Zealand rugby because it is too easy to forget that one man, the incomparable Richie McCaw, has painted over the cracks. His combination of ability, attitude and, until recently, resilience dragged the whole game along.
Among the disappointments this year is blindside Steven Luatua, who failed to fire again in the Blues' lost sheep display at Loftus Versfeld yesterday. On the other hand, there's been just enough out of Charles Piutau to confirm he is the real deal.
The Blues are a swirl of hype and hope who were ticking along nicely according to the salivating PR merchants desperate to paint Sir John Kirwan as a mastermind. The journey up the hill to Pretoria is a tough one so there is some excuse, but not for seeing things in Kirwan's tenure that don't exist yet.
Kirwan talks an imaginative game, if the reports are to be believed. He's a bit of a new-ager with a fancy line for many occasions. There was one before the clash with the Bulls in which he cited rain as the reason he left Benji Marshall out of the match day 23. What rain? Does Benji melt?
Maybe Kirwan has a dry sense of humour. He looked a little more realistic - in other words frustrated - after the Bulls shut the Blues' power runners down with ease.
The Crusaders are goners as title contenders. They haven't got a hope with a backline that looks as if it was constructed in the 1970s. The Hurricanes and Highlanders never had a hope anyway. The Hurricanes are worse than imagined.
Which leaves the Chiefs. Style and substance do come together in the world of Dave Rennie, Wayne Smith, Liam Messam and co. In Aaron Cruden the Chiefs have something the rest of the rugby world doesn't - an electric playmaker at No10. First five-eighths is one place where New Zealand have long held significant and important advantages.