I am currently en route to Virginia for the weekend to make sure my family and friends can touch my belly at least once before it becomes a washboard (OH yeah) again one day. It is so many things to go through a pregnancy far away from “everyone” but I wouldn’t trade it. I will maybe blog about that another time, but there are more pressing concerns at hand.
Friday Night Lights.
Based on Tuesday’s comments, it’s time to revive an old and favorite theme. Friday Night Lights is the best television. Ever. It will make your relationships better, your personality better, and you will be happier. For realsies yo.
I feel like such a lemming saying that. I mean Bill Simmons, ESPN’s The Sports Guy said it first, my brother Josh said it first, a lot of people said it first. But we got in the game and we’re now true, true believers. It’s worth writing about because some of you don’t seem convinced yet. Which is so strange to me. How hard is it to rent one season of a show or download two episodes? Are you too busy reading a book or something?
Some miscellaneous thoughts I have about the show:
- The characters seem real, like you could maybe know them if they weren’t so impossibly beautiful
- Flat West Texas makes for good visuals
- I sort of hate sports and still love this show
- It is insane how women and men can be equal fanatics to it. How often does that happen?
- You start daydreaming that the Taylors are your parents
- The actors are not yet disgustingly famous and so it’s a good time to watch (Minka Kelly bordered on it with her brief fling with John Mayer)
- I may be the only one on earth that recognized Coach Taylor from his days on “Early Edition”
- The show never panders
- Everyone seems human, everyone has the potential to be flawed and likable
- Tim Riggins is the hottest man alive, and I never usually like guys with long-ish hair
- It says a lot about a show where you enjoy watching the parent and adult scenes as much as teenager ones
- So awesome a main character is in a wheelchair
- The opening theme song is sweet, sweet music and you would never, ever want to fast forward through it
- Every time we finish an episode, Bryan and I don’t even talk because we know exactly what the other person is thinking. It’s a mix of a drug high and trembling fear that someday we might not be able to get that next hit. But also euphoria and a wish that everyone we know would watch too.
This is annoying- the only clip I could get of the theme music is with the dumb Twilight people. So close your eyes and turn up the sound. And get pumped. Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. CAN’T LOSE.