Alright it's over.
And I will get over it.
But not before I write the wrap-up eulogy.
I owe at lest that.
With the back-story of my official boycott of broadcast television that began in 1981 (Dallas, Love Boat, Different Strokes being the ratings leaders at the time) until right about this time one year ago, I have not only fallen off that boycott wagon but broke a leg and been knocked dizzy in the process.
It all started innocently enough at the Goodwill. I was shopping for some flannel shirts and used Levis when we happened to pass the DVD section. My sister was in town and we decided to watch a movie. In the search for entertainment I spied a boxed set of something I hard heard a little about. It was $3.99 for a seven disc set of all season-one episodes, over a thousand minutes of running time!
So I took it to the cashier. She said upon purchase that it was her favorite.
The next day, after viewing a single episode, I was hooked.
My friend told me not to fall in love with any of the characters.
It has been a year. I have watched every episode of every season THREE TIMES IN SUCCESSION. The only other thing I have watched in that time span has been Husky football games.
Last night was the finale.
As the clock literally ran out and the credits rolled, I just sat there at my desk (I watch on a computer with headphones) and tried to decipher the emotions, again. They have changes with each viewing. I will capsulize what all this fanboy obsession has dramatically illustrated to me in the simplest descriptive terms I can manage.
Honor.
Loyalty.
Truth.
Teamwork.
Courage.
Communication.
Intuition.
Fearlessness.
Devotion.
Respect.
Friendship.
Duty.
Meaning.
Love.
Integrity.
Planning.
Intel.
Practice.
Protocol.
Awareness.
Focus.
Effort.
Purpose.
Compassion.
I could list another 24 but you get the idea.
Thanks Jack.
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