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Guest Column Being a sports fan used to require just three things: a comfortable couch, a TV that picked up the Big Three broadcast networks and a loose family agreement that weekends belonged to sports junkies. Bountiful snacks were assumed, and no one ever uttered the now-dreaded question, “What’s the streaming password?” Back then, you grabbed a lawn chair for overflow seating, parked it beside a large cooler and gathered around a console television roughly the size and weight of a dishwasher.