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It changed my life from the moment I no longer had to get up to change the channel and what have I become since the advent of the remote control’s grandchild, the digital video recorder (DVR)? I could say I watched the Lakers get stomped by the Thunder in last night’s game 4 of the NBA playoffs but I didn’t. I literally watched the first quarter without commercials then the rest of the game by speeding through via the x4 speed of fast forwarding. I was looking at the bottom of the screen at the score to see if the Lakers were going to rally but they didn’t. The game got out of control and apparently I’ve acquiesced so to the convenience of DVR that I’ve become less of a fan. Maybe a real fan watches last night’s game just to play the role of couch coach, figuring out how the debacle ensued. Not me. I was content with watching the game in 15 minutes simply because…I can now. I judged the Lakers, upset because the series is now tied 2-2 but at least they played the whole game. I’m sure that took longer than 15 minutes. I gave up in a sense, opting to catch up on other pre-recorded shows from last week. I miss Chick Hearn. Maybe that’s why they invented DVR.