blast, season endings! blast you!
to say i really wish the characters were real people whose stories i could continue following and checking in on from time to time would be an understatement. i really wish! the show became soooo top of mind. i saw a big suv, i thought, "hey! there's buddy garrity!" i totally drive towards all the fast food stops and every time think, "um, where'd alamo freeze go? it used to be right here, of this i am certain." i wait for the panthers (or lions... wherever coach t is) to go zooming down the main street in the school bus, complete with a police escort and cheering, and, well, main street remains empty. it's always such a letdown. i mean, i even bring pompoms, lyla garrity style. and, finally, i'm pretty sure tim riggins is supposed to be on my driveway living in an airstream. but, tim? where are you?
for real. i loved this show. i loved the characters. i loved the way it portrays relationships and a sort of middle america hum-dee-dum. i looooved explosions in the sky's soundtrack throughout, and finally, i loved the way coach taylor's eyes look like little crescent moons every time he smiles.
thanks for everyone who suggested i watch it last june. i owe ya one.
clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.
(and we're still tv-free but we do tap into the netflix for movie night and/or a tv series for steve and i to motor through once the kids are asleep. a nightcap, if you will.)