ESPN’s Bill Simmons loves NBC’s “Friday Night Lights.” So do I. So do us both a solid and check out at least the first four episodes of Season 1, which is available now on DVD at your local video store and for free online at NBC.com. It may take you a while to work through the season, so just be sure to TiVo the first few episodes of Season 2 (which starts Oct. 5) so you can get all caught up.
Like many, Simmons watched the first episode and wasn’t impressed:
I watched the pilot when it originally aired, but I didn’t love it: too much puke-cam (the camera stopped moving so much in later episodes) and an unspeakable sports inconsistency (Dillon High completes a game-winning Hail Mary that could have happened only on a 140-yard field). Once the abysmal ratings were announced, I assumed the show was doomed and opted not to waste my time with Episode 2.
Then, his buddy sent him an early release Season 1 DVD set from Japan:
As he predicted, the Sports Gal and I ripped through all 22 episodes in a week, learning the Japanese words for “play,” “stop” and “pause” in the process. Quite simply, FNL is the best date show ever, an improbable cross between The O.C. and every sports show you ever wanted Hollywood to make. It’s the first show my wife and I have loved equally, but for different reasons. What can be better than that?
If you do give it a shot, let me recommend the impeccable acting, the lively football scenes (although they tend to go overboard on exciting finishes), the risky story lines and especially Coach Taylor’s family, the most authentic household in recent TV history. Every nuance is nailed, every hug seems genuine, every fight makes sense, every sarcastic barb and flustered reaction ring true. If there are better TV actors than Kyle Chandler (Coach) and Connie Britton (Mrs. Coach), I haven’t TiVoed them. Pay particular attention to the astonishing two-parter in which an older assistant sets off a racial powder keg before a big playoff game. If FNL were Michael Jordan, Lyla Garrity’s slam-page episode would be the 63-point game in Boston (the coming-out party), and the two-parter would be the 1991 Finals (the moment considerable potential is realized).
Look, I’m the biggest White Shadow fan on the planet … and even I concede that FNL is the greatest sports show ever. Shadow died prematurely because the story line called for it to graduate too many key characters at once. I can live with that. FNL is going to die prematurely because five times as many Americans would rather watch an acerbic British guy belittle dreadful singers on a reality show. I can’t live with that.
So please, please help me and every other FNL fanatic. Watch the show. Spread the gospel.
Amen, brother.
Are there any other FNL fans out there?
