I’ve been watching Friday Night Lights for a while now and doing so by myself the entire time. After Battlestar Galactica Hubby felt that he couldn’t invest the time in another series. Which I totally understand. Watching five seasons of a show takes time, especially when you have said series on DVD (and the first four seasons on Netflix streaming!) and can watch ten episodes in one day. Not that I’ve ever done that. I’m just saying that when the entire series is laid out before you it takes copious amounts of self-control to stop yourself from watching too many in one sitting.
So I watched FNL during my Snuggle Time with Baby Chickadee, but then Snuggle Time ended once the big kids’ school year ended. Sometimes I’d sneak in a few when Hubby was out with his friends. Every once in a while I’d catch a few when Hubby and I decided to part ways for the evening–he to a movie I dare not watch and me to one of the best series ever on television. (That’s not my declaration. That was said by the Los Angeles Times. And who doesn’t believe them?)
Even though Hubby hasn’t been watching the show with me I have kept him apprised of the big developments. So much subtle storytelling is told in each episode that I can’t retell all of it. But I told him when Smash gave up drugs because of TimRiggins’! throw in the football game and when Julie dated The Swede and how Street moved to New York with his baby mama but that they’d neglected to tell us about him for the first six episodes of season two. So Hubby knew a lot of the goings-on in Dillon, Texas. My recapping helped add to the knowledge of the show he’d already gleaned from the times he meandered from his Cracked.com reading in the kitchen to the living room mid-show and caught something quiet pass between Tami Taylor and Coach.
Last night he asked me how many episodes I had left before the series finale. Two for this season–season 4–and then probably 13 or so for season 5. And that’s it. “Eh,” he raised his shoulder in a forced non-chalant way, “I could probably watch the rest of Effin’ L [Get it? FNL->F-N-L-> Effin' L. Hubby laughed heartily at his joke] with you.”
BECAUSE HE COULDN’T STAY AWAY. Just now he asked me what this blog post was about and I told him, but he said he was just being nice. I don’t believe it. If you’re going to watch TV, why not watch a show with people that you respect and would love to hang out with? WHY, I ask you.
He couldn’t come up with a good answer, either, and we’re finishing out the series together. The crying you hear in a week will be coming from our house and will signal to you we’ve watched all we can see of the Taylors and Matt Saracen and LANDRY and Vince Howard (oh how I love you, newbie!) and all the rest of ‘em. They’re good peeps.
And a little off-topic (but only a little): TimRiggins! goes to Mars: