I played the clarinet from third grade all the way through college. In high school, I was in the marching band. I marched in parades and on the football field and played at pep rallies and football games in the heat, the rain and the snow. I wore a cool uniform, an even cooler hat, and had a lot of fun. I never learned much about football though. I didn’t understand the intricacies. I was a hockey girl, still am.
So when I decided to watch Friday Night Lights, I figured I would last two or three episodes and then search for the next great thing to watch. After four or five episodes I thought, well, I don’t really care about football, but I am starting to get attached to the characters. By season two, the characters were as real as any I had fallen for before.
By season Five, I had a new found respect for the game, but a sinking feeling that the show was about to end. So I checked with google. How many seasons for Friday Night Lights? Five.
So here I am again, where most binge watching TV show fans are. The show is about to end and I am losing another group of people who have somehow become real to me. I am going to miss one of the happiest married couples on series TV. I am going to miss, the kids, because there is so much left unsaid for some of them. I am even going to miss the games. So what’s next? Will there be another good show?
The answer to that is, yes. There is a lot of quality writing out there, a lot of quality acting, and a lot of good shows. So glad I gave up cable and only watch Netflix. Gives me a chance to really appreciate the talent out there.
“Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose” – Coach Taylor
I wonder if my sisters have watched this one yet. Knowing Lisa she is still watching Gray’s Anatomy, again.
And me? Well, who knew that football could make me cry?