Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Stop.

So, we went away for Passover, and now we're back, and I never want to see another piece of matzah again, ever. Or at least until next year. Whatever. Let's talk about what's really important, which is my present Friday Night Lights fixation. As I mentioned in a prior post, I recently started the series from the beginning, during my journey to and from Seattle a few weeks back. It was so good that I stopped after a few episodes, realizing that J would love it, too. And lo, I got him hooked and now we're both obsessed. I am the Nancy to his Sid, only without all the heroin and murder.

The thing is, the show started, like, five years ago, and we keep having these in-depth discussions like the damn thing premiered last week. This has manifested itself in a number of embarrassing ways, not the least of which is my reverting to some sort of giggly, flushed adolescent whenever Tim Riggins appears onscreen. He is clearly the lovechild of Tom Brady and Jordan Catalano, and I'm basically about five steps away from redecorating with a taped-together magazine shrine of his visage, as I was wont to do with my crushes, circa late-'90s:

Another weird thing happening is that --by osmosis -- I'm immersing myself in the culture of fictional Dillon, Texas, where the show is based. I do not live in an area of the country where fancy cowboy boots are A Thing, but this show is making me think I not only need them, but can make them work flawlessly with a pantsuit. I have had actual dreams about such boots. Beautiful, haunting dreams.

I'm also quite taken with all things Coach Taylor, and want him to come to all my meetings from this day forward. I think he can really get people motivated to do literally anything. Maybe even to wash my car! Who knows? The possibilities are endless! Suck it, skydivers-holding-hands TEAMWORK POSTER. No one needs you anymore!

We've grown EMOTIONALLY INVESTED in the show, is what I'm saying, only we are VERY MANY YEARS too late to the party, and cannot plow through the episodes fast enough. Will Smash make it? What will be with Tim? How do I get Tami Taylor's hair? When will I stop despising Buddy Garrity? (People keep saying it's coming, but WHEN?) What in the name of all that is holy is up with Jason Street's weird vampire mask smile, and can they stop focusing on it so much because it makes me uncomfortable and I'm genuinely scared he's going to break though my TV, The Ring-style, and kill me in my sleep?

Clearly, I'm in need of help, having just devoted an entire blog post to a TV show that -- once again -- is...not new. So, let me just say this: if you haven't yet seen Friday Night Lights, watch it, obviously, and if you have, well, let's talk about it. And the purchase of the cowboy boots.