How good can a show be that 1) takes place in the hell-hole of melodrama, i.e. highschool (in small-town Texas, no less 2) relies on football as its extended metaphor for life 3) contorts itself into the 45 minute arc with messy beginnings and clean resolutions and 4) asks its actors to stutter everytime they're conflicted––I'm talking to you, Saracen, Julie, Landry, Riggins, Street, Lyla--hell, everyone not named Mrs. Coach. So how good can a show like that be? Well, Slothrop was hootin' and hollerin' at the season's conclusion, nearly falling off his treadmill and breaking his face. So must be plenty good... somehow.
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Best. Show. Ever.
You'll be sad when you've seen'em all.
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