I’ve spent the early part of this week waiting for the postman to deliver a parcel with a Cheshire postmark and containing a large slice of humble pie.
Because after telling everyone who would read it that Widnes would not win a game in the foreseeable future, they only went and beat Wigan last weekend.
But besides trying to work out whether it (the pie) would be sweet or savoury and therefore whether it would go best with custard or gravy, I’m still not convinced about the long-term significance of the Vikings’ single-point victory.
The morale boost for coach Denis Betts and his players, who must have been edging ever closer to walking the plank at the Halton Stadium after his side’s disastrous start to the season, will have been huge.
Beating the Warriors won’t have any effect on Widnes’ injuries, coaching resources, and player strength.
And Betts’ former Wigan colleague Shaun Wane can take plenty of credit for fielding a side that was missing a handful of key players, including superstar full back Sam Tomkins.
Wane trotted out the usual, and entirely understandable, lines afterwards: He hadn’t underestimated Widnes, he’d picked a team to win the game. And so on and so forth.
But it’s a simple enough equation: Even if you add Tomkins alone into that scoreline, Wigan win the game.
Given that confidence is such a valuable and fragile commodity though, what the result will do is make Widnes a much more challenging proposition for the teams that play them over the next few weeks.
You certainly wouldn’t bet against them coming up with another victory from somewhere in the next few weeks.
Personally, what that result - coupled with Harlequins bagging an unlikely victory on the same weekend and, oddly, London Skolars almost turning Fax over the week before - did was remind me why sport is so great in the first place.
Victory and defeat is never an exact science, no matter how many people seem to think it should be. In the end, that is what keeps us all entertained.
LISTENING to the Challenge Cup draw on Radio Cumbria on Tuesday night was unexpectedly entertaining.
Local BBC presenter John Cox did the honours, which made a refreshing change from the sometimes starched-shirt Rugby Football League official.
‘Coxy’, for that is his nickname, is Mr Rugby League as far as the town of Whitehaven is concerned, seamlessly blending a job with the club into his match commentaries from the Recreation Ground.
His shameless lack of on-air impartiality - which I emulate, applaud and understand - has occasionally got him into hot water with visiting teams and their officials - no names, no pack drill - but he is as passionate about his rugby league as anyone I have ever met.
Which meant he brought the common touch to his official duties this week: “It’s all above board, ladies and gentlemen, no balls that have been in the freezer....”
I couldn’t work out whether he was trying to dismiss the conspiracy theorists or join them.