If the wife’s been complaining about you not watching The Bachelor with her, this is the time to score some points.

New hotshot QB is free of the shackles of protective father after CoachTaylor tells father to “get the Hell outta the way, I need MY quarterback, NOW, dammit (When Coach Taylor is exceedingly pissed, he uses words like "dammit”). QB, named of course “Colt” then engineers Peytonesque drive of audibles that ends with game winning touchdown pass (really??) on last play of the game.
Nerdy guy, Landry, who used to be on the team and was recently spurned by 6’1" blonde beauty, Tyra, now has his own garage band ala White Stripes and is joined by very attractive brunette who plays bass. Unfortunately, after a somewhat clumsy car kiss, new female bass player tells Landry that she plays for the other team. Meantime, pecks bad boy Riggins, who most of this country’s pre sixteen girls are in love with, suddenly becomes a realtor and along with Dillon High’s quarterback of two seasons ago (who is now in a wheelchair) successfully “flips” the house formerly owned by the rabid team supporter cum uber fan who owns the local car dealership and is the best thing on television but I can’t remember his name right now. Meanwhile, Coach Taylor’s wife, who is also blonde, and also the principal, and also the guidance counselor of Dillon High, convinces a successfull African-American couple to allow their son to play in the football game on Friday night, because it would be “good for his character.” The couple is concerned that their son is wasting his time, and should be studying. Anyway, at the game, the young guy kicks some Texas ass and helps Dillon win another one and by the end of the game they are beaming at Mrs Coach Taylor for all she has done. Then, my VCR must have come to the end of the tape and the whole thing reran back into the FF side of the machine. But man, that’s a lot of action for this poor boy to take.

Do they have blue hardwood?

got handled by Nova pretty easily tonight..

And because of this I have banked “a year” of “good time,” because of the supreme sacrafice and magnanimous jesture I made by watching it.

It was brutal.

Some douche bag whose only semi-coherent comment about anything and everything was that it,
“Was awesome.”

I must have missed it, but when was the English language reduced to six words?