FNL commentary

Friday Night Lights is back, baby! It really makes me think what I've been doing for the past few Wednesday nights. Oh wait, I remember. I went and hung out with friends. Imagine that, socializing on a weeknight. Thank goodness I could bask in TV's glowing warm glow.

Full disclosure: I got mad phone calls tonight (my brother asking for some help with English homework? Could anyone have ever imagined that a degree in English would come in handy?), so I missed some key moments. Sorry, folks.

1. Street isn't good enough to be on the national murderball team? Are these coaches blind? He may be adjusting to being handicapped, but I'll tell you one thing that isn't handicapped: his leadership. There are intangible qualities that can't be measured with a stopwatch, Coach. This guy is like Captain America. He can't be stopped. Oh, wait...

2. Also, that tattoo girl (her name will come to me eventually) becomes more of a severe cutie every week. Just like every week, 24 tests my liberal ideology (ie, in real life, we really shouldn't be torturing people, while in 24 life, Jack can't put an ice pick in some terrorist's spine fast enough. It's a paradox, or something), FNL tests my views on snakery (ie, in real life, you can't cheat on your girlfriend! But in Friday Night Lights life, Lyla Garrity is kind of a ho. And everything Street touches turns to gold. So, you know, he can do what he wants).

3. Timmy Riggins, dude. He's got the kavorka. Nuff said.

4. My buddy brings up a wonderful point: do the Dillon Panthers play uh, football any more? Exactly what are those Friday Night Lights shining on? Not that teen drama doesn't entice me (and if The OC has taught me anything, it is that, in fact, it does), but come on. Football drama is something everyone can get behind.