Somewhere in a time long ago 2002 to be precise, my oldest child drove me slightly crazy by constantly demanding a particular song by Avril Lavigne.
The chorus of that hit came echoing back this weekend as I attempted to indulge in what I thought would be a cornucopia of top-level, global, highly competitive sport the second Test between the Wallabies and British Irish Lions, England versus India Test cricket, the climax of the Tour de France and the Belgian Formula One Grand Prix.
As each of those events progressed or didnt in increasingly bewildering ways, I found myself channelling Lavigne and singing loudly: Whyd you have to go and make things so complicated?
At one point I was switching between elite F1 drivers doing the first four laps of the mere 44 they were going to be allowed in a 20-minute uncompetitive procession behind a safety car, elite cyclists drifting through the countryside drinking champagne and elite cricketers arguing about whether they should be on the field at all given that the Test was grinding towards a draw.
The day before, the thrilling series-deciding second rugby Test between the Wallabies and Lions ended up, inevitably, with everyone watching lengthy slow-motion TV replays to determine whether the Lions last-gasp try would stand.