When I was in second grade, I used to wake up before 6 a.m. — far earlier than I needed to — just to make sure I caught SportsCenter before I left for school. At the time, I had yet to embrace my inner narcoleptic, so the games I missed the night before were gone from view, unless I caught that hour of highlights in the morning.
There was no YouTube or Twitter to catch up with. No streaming to watch any time of day or night. I wasn’t texting friends about the game, or hanging out at the sports bar (increasingly just social media) to watch what was happening.