I’m on the plane at DFW, waiting for it to pick up some passengers. the captain is wandering around, stretching his legs. he stops by me and asks, “you’re staying on to san antonio?”.. I say yes. he goes, “what did you do to deserve that?”
As the clock winds down on the final season of “Friday Night Lights,” we find ourselves with too many fond memories to list. Kyle Chandler’s basset-hound-brown peepers, bit lip, and pitch-perfect portrayal of tough love. The pickup trucks in the sunset. The improbably decent yet vividly real young male characters (Matt Saracen! Landry Clarke! Luke Cafferty! Vince Howard! Did you know any guys this non-puerile when you were in high school?) Mindy, and the girls of the Landing Strip. Brad Leland, blustering and meddlesome, as Buddy Garrity. Connie Britton trilling “Hey, y’all!” in the world’s hottest pair of Mom jeans. The delightfully bewildering fact that no one in Dillon, Texas ever seemed to pick up a phone, preferring to just show up unannounced at the front door, preferably in the dead of night.
LOVE this list!
jesus, these songs are making me tear up all over again.