I haven’t talked about my television obsessions in awhile, so bear with me. The Office is still in reruns and continues to leave us hanging with the whole Jim vs. Roy scandal. (We are on Team Jim, obviously.) So without my peeps at Dunder Mifflin, I’ve become more and more engrossed in the high school goings on of Dillon, Texas.
That’s right, y’all.
Friday Night Lights.
I know it doesn’t look it, but this is a fucking good show. I missed last nights episode due to a personal episode of my own, and upon returning home, discovered that, according to the roommate, there was much to discuss.
By the time I sat myself in front of the TiVo early this morning, I was psyched. I mean, it’s the Semi-Finals, people. One game until state, baby!
And in one little hour of prime time television, we had an attempted violent rape, a huge, toxic train derailment, a town-dividing law suit finally settled, mysterious player bribes, a guy in a wheelchair get water thrown in his face, a muddy semi-final win, a bi-polar, all-female target practice and Riggins is hooking up with the MILF next door.
Oh, and I love Landry.
Landry is basically the “Chandler” of Friday Night Lights.
Because everyone needs a smart ass. Even in West Central Texas…