Which lasted only until the new TV arrived. The installation team lugged in an 8-foot console table and a truckload of tech toys. It took three of them and a dolly to lug the old set away. For five hours they ran cables and drilled speakers into the rear walls of our wallpapered den. Finally they hung the piece de resistance: a sexy, svelte 75-inch Samsung so smart it made dinner reservations, and so supersized you could watch it from 20 yards away in the backyard.