I’ve expressed my love for my TiVo and my DVR (yes, I have one of each) for years and years in this space. They’re the best, you watch stuff when you want to, fast forward through the stuff you don’t care about (commercials, slow innings, talking heads, etc.). DVR technology is one of the best inventions of the last 20 years, right up there with cell phones, flat screens and Under Armour cold weather gear).

I use the box whenever there’s a big Pats or Sox or Celtics game on, and even the Bruins during the playoffs. It’s great for sports because you can do your own instant replays, play it slow, double speed, you name it. I could go on and on.

But there’s one problem with the TiVo, having to avoid the score of a game you plan to watch later. It’s a problem dating back to VCR’s, but it wasn’t quite as prevalent back then because that was our parents taping games and they weren’t able to keep the display from flashing “12:00.”

On Saturday afternoon I had to photograph a wedding, so I wasn’t going to be able to watch the Celtics playoff game. I figured that I’d be so busy at the wedding that I’d never have a chance to notice a score and when I got to the reception hall it became apparent that this wasn’t the type of group that was going to ruin it for me. It wasn’t full of diehard sports fans, so I felt safe in my assumption that I’d make it through to 5 PM without finding out. I’d even went as far as to make sure that the iPod was hooked up in the car so I wouldn’t have WEEI spoil it for me when the job was done.

The wedding went very well. We had great weather, an adorable couple and plenty of great moments to shoot. On top of it all an old friend that I hadn’t seen in more than a decade was the DJ. As Ice Cube once said, “It was a good day.”

After wrapping up the job, and saying goodbye to my old friend, I headed over to Starbucks to grab an Americano for my decompression. As I usually do, I spent a minute or two jabbing with my friend Kate that works behind the counter, telling her that I couldn’t wait to get home to see the game, that I had TiVo’d it and had done everything in my power to avoid the score. As I was pouring the half-and-half into the venti cup, I turned back to her and said, “I am beat, I can’t wait to get home.” That’s when my other friend, or maybe ex-friend now, John came from out of the back room at Starbucks and said “Well at least you didn’t have to watch the Celtics game. That one hurt.”

D’oh.

Kate and I both led out groans when he said that.

“Oh, you didn’t know,” he said sheepishly.

John then went on to tell me about Pierce missing the free throws and the Bulls winning in OT.

I got home and hit the delete button. Then I watched the Bruins on live TV. They went and ruined the Canadiens night worse than John ruined my late afternoon.