Trying to keep up with local sports via streaming was a failure - Minneapolis Star Tribune

This was the fall of 1979 and a gentleman about to be made single by a divorce decree moved into an apartment. It was one bedroom, small and cheap, but its presence in east Bloomington held a couple of advantages over the Prior Lake countryside, in which he had previously resided.

One, there was a Chinese takeout place right across the four-lane road, with plenty of MSG in the chow mein to make it tasty.

Two, there was cable.

East Bloomington was the mecca for early cable in the Twin Cities. So much so that when Harry Caray was a White Sox broadcaster, and I requested an interview, we went to the Scoreboard, a 3.2-beer joint next to the chow mein place, and watched a Cubs game.

"How come you don't have the White Sox game on in here?" bellowed Harry after a few minutes of listening to Jack Brickhouse.

First, Harry, you're here, which means the White Sox aren't playing, and second, the Cubs have WGN, the Braves have TBS, and the rest of baseball is saying, "What's this?"

I don't know what cable cost at the start: $20 a month, maybe. I do know all those station options were quite the wonderment for someone who was introduced to television only 25 years earlier with one station — KELO in Sioux Falls — that signed off at midnight.

I can't remember the cable entity that received those first checks. What's clear is the long-term relationship with Comcast that survived many arguments.

The divorce came a year ago, but what do we always say? That's right. We're still friends. Comcast remains my wireless provider.

The deal was, I'd been dumped from a daily radio show for the odd reason that the ratings reeked, which eventually cut into the family income and increased the volume of my monthly shout, "What in the name of Philo Farnsworth* is this?" when opening the cable bill.

That bill now was coming with the fancy-Dan name Xfinity, but I couldn't be fooled. I knew it was still the old sparring mate, Comcast, and finally and with great angst early in 2020, I became a streamer.

(Marriage hint: Never make such a life-changing move without consulting the missus, or you could wind up on double-secret probation for a second D-I-V-O-R-C-E.)

A positive response was needed to three questions in choosing a streaming service, in reverse order of importance: Did it have Fox Sports North? Did it have the local stations? Did it have Bravo?

Hey, I might have needed the telecasts for local sports entities, as well as Channels 4, 5, 9 and 11, but no more emphatically than another party needed to monitor "Housewives'' disputes taking place around the nation.

I had to go to younger cord cutters — meaning, 99.7% of them — for streaming recommendations. The choice became YouTubeTV.

There was an early dispute with YouTube and Sinclair, the new owner of the Fox Sports regionals, but peace was declared before it had an impact on the Twins' mini-season.

Now, they are at war. FSN has disappeared from YouTubeTV and, apparently, Hulu. And don't send me suggestions for switching to another streamer that will have a deal with Sinclair for the next 15 minutes and then have it blow up.

The heck with the Timberwolves. The heck with Gophers hockey (even if I'm a Bob Motzko fan and the Gophs are unbeaten). The heck with those seven, eight minutes I watch of several Wild games (even more minutes in the playoffs) every season.

I'm not going into various menus on these "too smart for their own good" TVs to change everything. I'm not going begging to the Woofs, Gophs and Wild. They have to come back to me.

Here's the 2021 resolution that finally can be kept: I'm giving up FSN.

At least until April, when the Twins are scheduled to start. Then, I have a problem … like cream cheese wontons to the New Year's diet.

*Note: Philo Farnsworth invented TV. I looked it up.

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