Why Didn’t Anybody Tell Me That “Friday Night Lights” Is The Greatest Show In The History Of Shows?
Did I read the book? I did. Did I see the movie? I did. Do I think the TV show is better than the book and the movie put together? I do. Now look, I am not necessarily a guy who is into sports, as evidenced by both my effeminate physique and mannerisms, as well as my affinity for parlor games such as Scrabble and Big Boggle. But I defy any person with testicles to not go apeshit over (as I am calling it) “FNL,” which is so close to “NFL” you can taste it. (It’s also close to SNL, although that doesn’t seem particularly relevant, even though both shows are on NBC.)
• The back-up quarterback promoted to “QB1” after the starting QB gets all paralyzed in the first episode. (To clarify, he’s not “all” paralyzed, just half paralyzed)
• Buddy, the town’s big booster, who’s just a big ol’ scumbag, and is also the father of the cheerleader who is both the girlfriend of the paralyzed goody-goody QB, but is also having a thing with the James Dean rebel football player, who is the paralyzed QB’s “best friend,” but through four episodes has yet to visit him in the hospital. Yikes!
• Voo-Doo, the Katrina refugee that Buddy recruits to play quarterback. The only reason I like him is because he looks like he’s twenty-two years old, which is always my favorite element of any high school show.
• Connie Britton who plays the coach’s wife. I just like her and I met her once. Fucked her. (Not really.)
• The various football team extras who have to show up for all the group football scenes but never have any lines.
• Along the lines of the various football team extras, I also like the various football team coaches who have no lines but have to act like coaches to the football player extras who have no lines.
It’s just a tremendous, tremendous television show. Ever since they cancelled “Back to You” last year, I just didn’t think I’d ever find another network show to love. I was wrong. Boy was I wrong. So while I still harbor tremendous resentment towards that band of self-idolizing dickwads who played football in my particular high school, I love the self-idolizing dickwads who play it for Dillon, Texas on this show. If you get a chance, check out FNL on NBC. After you watch it, I guarantee you’ll yell, just as I did, “Goooooooal!”
Here's the first episode: