This AM it struck me how similar this was to my watching NHL hockey on 1 week tape delay (1960s, remote BC town) when everyone knew the outcomes already. I might have been the only one (besides the real die-hards, that did not include anyone of my acquaintance) watching it back then. So I wrote a haiku about it. And a co-worker liked it. So I'm posting it. So there:
Back to my childhood,
watching sports no one else does
on week's tape delay.