It's Not About Football!

I've been yapping about Friday Night Lights for about five years now so I won't go into terrible detail about how it's the BEST THING ON TELEVISION. But saturday night, when the movie I rented was boring me to death, I popped in the last disk of Season One and cried for the entire three hours. I have always believed that what makes this show so special-in addition to the powerful acting and the good writing and the great location and the music-is that the core of the show is just people trying to live good lives and take care of each other. The storylines treated teenagers like three dimensional people not snotty sterotypes, faith was treated like a normal part of life but there wasn't exessive attention called to it, the Taylors made marriage look awesome, and that funny little town in Texas somehow managed to feel much seemed like every other city or town in America.

The series finale was last night. I had been watching this last season but decided to wait and get the whole thing on DVD in April and watch it in one long, awesome weekend this spring. All accounts say it was a perfect ending. If you are still holding out-maybe watch this and see if you don't want to hear more of Eric Taylor's locker room speeches.