How golden are these medals?
Jamaica's Lerone Clarke was all clenched fists as he dipped on the line to snatch Commonwealth 100m gold. England's Mark Lewis-Francis was all whoops and hollers and flapped St George's flags as he celebrated silver.
The reaction elsewhere may have been a little more muted. Even as the two men climbed onto the podium to collect their medals an hour or so later, to the sceptics and doubters the ghosts of 11 other sprinters were almost visible alongside them.
Those 11 were the fastest men in the Commonwealth this year, none of whom were here in Delhi. It wasn't just the big names, Usain Bolt and reigning champion Asafa Powell, but the next rung down - Nesta Carter, Daniel Bailey, Yohan Blake - and the rung below that, featuring Mario Forsythe and Steve Mullings. In total, just 11 of the Commonwealth's 30 top sprinters began the 100m heats on Wednesday night.
All of which might have raised an uncomfortable yet unavoidable question for those watching in the stadium and beyond: does this title really count for anything?
Looking back through the history books, it should do. The Commonwealth 100m crown has been held by some very high calibre athletes - Don Quarrie of Jamaica, Trinidad's Ato Boldon, former Olympic gold medallists Allan Wells and Linford Christie and former world record-holder Powell, let alone the later-disgraced Ben Johnson.
Jamaican Lerone Clarke (R) pips England's Mark Lewis-Francis for the 100m gold in Delhi. Photo: Getty
To join that illustrious roll-call will mean a lot to Clarke. To others, the winning time might temper the comparisons. This title has been won in the sort of clockings that count on a global stage - 10.03 seconds by Quarrie in 1978 and 10.02 secs by Wells in 1982, albeit both with following winds; 9.91 secs by Christie in 1994 and 9.88 secs by Ato Boldon in Kulaa Lumpur in 1998. Set alongside, Thursday night's winning time of 10.12 secs could appear distinctly average.
Then again, times at different venues in different conditions do not always bear comparison, just as the Jamaican cannot be blamed for the big-name absentees. As the old cliché has it, you can only beat who's there.
And there were more rivals to beat than at any other Commonwealth Games - almost twice as many as Quarrie had to beat in 1974, 14 more than Kim Collins had to see off in Manchester eight years ago.
Quantity, true, does not always equal quality. There are no qualifying standards for the Commonwealths, which allows the smaller and developing nations to participate more fully but does mean that the size of fields can be artificially inflated; Montserrat and Niue both sent three athletes apiece to the men's 100m, while 20 entrants had failed to dip under even 11 seconds this year.
The personal bests of those on the blocks back up the notion of a less than first-rate competition. While 16 men had gone better than 10.31 seconds, only two had gone under 10 seconds, and even then by a single hundredth of a second.
It's a similar story in the women's 100m. At its best, the Commonwealth final could be from the very top drawer; four of the fastest six women in the world this year were eligible to be here. But Veronica Campbell-Brown, Shelly-Ann Fraser, Kerron Stewart and Kelly-Ann Baptiste were all missing from the start-lists.
There is, however, a rather different way of looking at it. Times aren't the only thing that makes sport fascinating. There's the richness of the contest itself - how hard it is to call, the closeness of the finish, the drama between gun and finishing line.
This men's 100m final worked on several levels. There was no clear-cut favourite as the athletes settled on their blocks; Sam Effah had the quickest season's best, MLF the experience, Clarke the best PB.
It had drama at the start - Lewis-Francis's blocks slipping, Clarke exploding away for a lead he would never relinquish. And it was also a spectacle all the way through the 10.2 seconds, the Englishman powering back through the field with a fine piece of relaxed power over the last 50 metres.
Beyond that, there were human stories that should engage all but the hardest of hearts. For Clarke this was the greatest moment of his career, his chance to keep his country's proud record in this event going (six golds and counting) and to fill the gap left by his better-known compatriots.
At 29 he is not going to be a new global star, but for a man who doesn't always make the Jamaican sprint relay squad, this was his moment in the sun.
"This means the world to me," he admitted afterwards. "It's a blessing to come out here and run."
Watching on BBC TV in England were his mother and eldest brother. He hasn't seen them for six years. He had hoped to get an invite to run at the Diamond League meet at Crystal Palace this summer so he could travel over to see them; this win might make that dream come true next time around.
For Lewis-Francis, always ebullient, always animated, this silver was another step - after his silver at this summer's European Championships - in his gradual rehabilitation in the upper echelons of global sprinting. Had it not been for those blocks slipping, it might even have been gold.
Eight years ago in Manchester, as the most hotly-tipped tyro in the event, he pulled up in the final with injury. In Melbourne four years later he found himself disqualified. Few could deny him his celebrations in Delhi.
"I've got a Commonwealth curse," he shrugged ruefully. "There's that disappointment of knowing what could have been. I'm gutted. There could have been a lot more there.
"But this is an amazing season for me. This is one of the greatest years of my life. I was out injured for two years, but life's not about giving up - it's about digging in and coming back harder."
That women's final was also drenched in drama - a false start, a protest from England's Laura Turner after her disqualification, Sally Pearson - having won the race - denied what could have been the first part of a possible 100m/100m hurdles double after a protest from England over her false start, plus the niggardly back-story of an England-Australia beef that stretches back to the Aussies' own appeal against England at the Commonwealths four years ago.
Even as the last spectator left the stadium, the result was still in doubt, with Australia losing a subsequent counter-appeal and Pearson called back and given the bad news as she was preparing to head out for her medal ceremony.
Meaningful or meaning less? You make up your own mind. Just don't try arguing the toss with Clarke, Pearson or Lewis-Francis.