I haven't talked about it much, but somewhere around midseason or so I started watching Friday Night Lights, mostly because, you know. People were talking about it and people were writing fic, and then I caught an episode or so and it was amazing and I kept on watching.
Thank goodness for streaming video.
But I haven't tried to catch up - just watch the episodes that air that week and that's about it. And so, I watched the season finale. And it was amazing and all.
And so. I had some time and decided to watch the pilot, to start catching up.
I think I started crying when Lyla told her father she loved him. Or maybe when I saw a certain quarterback believing he'll ride the bench forever. Or Tyra thinking of herself as goods to pass around, or Jason being whole and healthy. I don't know. I don't know what it would be like to watch this and *not* know where these kids and grownups are going, but knowing it made hurt, but also - there's hope and that's good.
I'd hate be be a non-Christian in that town, though. :)