Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Episode 621

The other night I was at a karaoke bar (please don't stop reading) and while my Swiss-philosopher friend was singing a choreographed version of "Larger Than Life" by the Backstreet Boys (seriously, please stay with me), he noticed that Friday Night Lights was playing on the TV in the bar.  A Giants game had been airing on NBC earlier that night - which, by the way, had given me an inflated sense of confidence about my rendition of REO Speedwagon's "Keep on Lovin' You" because of the intermittent cheers - and the TV was still tuned to that channel.  Needless to say, Coach and Tammy were a bit distracting, but even more problematic was this: having your eyes well up at the opening credits of melodramatic TV show is not exactly the impression you want to give at a dive bar.

In any case, one of the other people we had come with was only two seasons in to Friday Night Lights so I implored her not to look at the TV, for fear that she would see the nuclear missile hit Dillon, Texas and kill all the main characters.  (Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.)  She didn't listen, though, and the next thing I know, I hear "Uh oh, it looks like Tim Riggins is under deposition."  Luckily, no one is surprised to see that Tim Riggins is in trouble with the law.

Because there is no point to this story, other than to reminisce about Friday Night Lights, I will take this opportunity to say that even on mute, those characters convey more emotion than most actors could with all the words in the world.  If Kyle Chandler does not win the Emmy this year, heads will roll.  Or at least eyes will roll.  After giving Jim Parsons an Emmy last year, the Academy owes us one.  It actually owes us several.