Now we know what Edmund Hillary was feeling when he was standing just a few steps away from the summit of Mt Everest.
Well, perhaps it was not at quite that level, but this writer felt like he was about to make the Hillary Step earlier this week.
Buying the tournament pass to the World Cup through Spark Sport has been done. That happened a couple of months ago and since then it has gone on the backburner.
There were netball and cricket World Cups to watch and holidays to be had.
The Rugby World Cup, though, is now looming. Four weeks today until the All Blacks' first game.
So with the confidence of a rabbit in Alexandra at Easter, I went looking for the email from Spark Sport confirming my tournament pass.
It had some long coded password on it that was supposed to be relevant.
So I dragged that up and then got on to the Spark Sport website, logged in and asked to have a chat. Not on the phone, but through an email.
Quicker than you could write white elephant, someone came back to me and asked what I wanted. Gurki was his name. Helpful chap, it turned out.
He ironed out any issues I had and the new password he came up with was more than successful.
Within a few seconds on the computer up came Sumo Stevenson talking to Grant Fox. Yes! Result - coverage had been confirmed. Houston, the eagle has landed! I'm in.
But this was a false dawn.
The real challenge was at home - to get coverage on the lounge television.
Would this be a bridge too far? Is this Greg Norman and the Masters?
Well, best of British and all that as we pushed further into the unknown. I felt like Dr Livingstone.
The next job was to download the app for Spark Sport on to the iPhone.
Now, I could not do this on my own. A person from the IT department has given me a helping hand to get the app store going. How is it a store by the way? Where are the shelves? The shopkeeper?
Anyway, it eventually worked and the Spark Sport app was on my phone. It was on the phone, but how to get it to the screen?
Well, thank you, Secret Santa. A few years ago we received a Chromecast for Christmas from some member of the family. I had no idea what it was. Just some device with a plug in it.
But others knew better. Chromecast is a digital media player developed by Google. It enables those with phones or lap tops to play internet streamed content on to a television.
I quickly downloaded the Cromecast technology on to the phone, plugged in the Cromecast to the television and away we went.
Some symbol appeared on the screen and I pushed it.
And there it was. The mountain had been scaled.
The quarterfinal of four years ago - France getting smashed by the All Blacks. All through the phone and it was not too blurry.
So, yes, I had made it. The flag can be planted.
Things are on the up. My faith in technology has been restored. Thank you Spark. Thank you Secret Santa. For now it works.
But the big question is, will it work in four weeks? Will it be clear?
Spark Sport in some ways is a bit like the All Blacks and winning the World Cup.
Plenty of confidence, runs on the board, good backing and preparation.
But at the end of the day, no-one knows.
