On Saturday Micah and I finally got around to something we’d been procrastinating for a while. We were savoring it as long as we could, delaying gratification, and putting off saying goodbye to some inspirational characters. Yep, we finally watched the series finale of “Friday Night Lights.” For those of you who haven’t had the opportunity to watch this show, or have been off-put by the football storyline, I’m sorry. But I guess there is always Netflix. And HuluPlus. And dvd rentals. Or whatever your choice of media acquisition is. Because it is worth a look. And I’m not just saying that because I totally have a crush on Matt Saracen. (Don’t worry, Micah knows.) Or because Kyle Chandler was also the star of “Early Edition,” one of my favorite shows growing up. I’m not even saying it because I really like football — and, please, do not be deceived, the show is not actually a football show.
I’m saying it because the characters are so real. The stories are so true to life. And so many times over the past few years, an episode would end and Micah and I would sit and talk for a long time about what we would do if our kids were in that situation, or if we were in that situation. We watched Tami and Coach Taylor juggle their busy lives but still make time for each other, we watched them talk things out and work together to make things happen. It was so refreshing to see a functional family portrayed on TV. Not a perfect one, by any means, but a functional one. One where the husband and wife sometimes bicker and sometimes are angry with each other, sometimes try to pass off difficult situations to each other, and sometimes plow through it together, but always stay loyal and faithful to each other — and look like they are having a good time while they are at it.
I don’t want to spoil anything for those who are still watching it, but I will say that the end was very satisfying for me. I know series finales usually are. Writers and producers like to wrap things up nice, tie off loose ends, and give a good send off to the characters fans have grown attached to. But it was more personal than that for me. I’ve been reminding myself for a while now that I have a lot of life to live, that I don’t have to do everything all at once, and, most importantly, that there are possibilities and opportunities that I can’t imagine up ahead for me. The final hours of “FNL” played straight to my hope that that is true. I hope the chances that come are good ones. I hope they come when I am able to take advantage of them. I hope that all the time and effort that I am spending now to prepare for unseen, un-thought-of, moments and offers pay off.
I know that there are no guarantees that there will be such opportunities. I know that if I want them I will probably have to make them happen. They probably won’t fall into my lap. But it was nice to see it happen to someone else. And it is nice to know that if such a thing did happen, I have the support of my best friend to go after it. Even if it does take him a little while to come around to my side.