In Mo Ryan’s recap/preview of FNL’s third season she pointed out how much this season has replayed the greatest hits of season one. That’s certainly true, but is to be expected to a certain extent in a show about teenagers. After all, while it feels horribly unique and unprecedented when you’re living through it, age and perspective show us that the teenage experience is common across the generations.

Fathers and sons fight. Daughters grow into women. Our parents and grandparents grow smaller and feebler before our eyes.

But while I’m all for some repetition of themes and motifs, tonight actually irritated me. Tell me if any of this sounds familiar to you:

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Money comes and goes, yeah? These kids of ours, that’s a one-time deal.

“The Giving Tree” is one of Shel Silverstein’s finest works, and while Landry’s right that his relationship with Tyra superficially resembles it, the story is about parents and children. The give us life, nurture and support us. They feed us, clothe us, give us shelter and succor. They keep us warm and dry and safe. They teach us to play and teach us to become men and women. In the end, we survive our parents. We are their lives’ work and when they finish, when we finally say our goodbyes, it is with love and debt for all they’ve done.

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When Friday Night Lights is at its best, football is the hub around which each story revolves. Some are obviously and tightly coupled, such as the QB controversy or Matt standing tall under the weight of hit after hit to go back for one more play, one more yard. Some seem detached, like Mindy and Billy acting out the behaviors they’ll repeat for the next 30 years. But in the good episodes, every story - every *person* - is impacted by Panther Football. Tonight was one of those episodes.

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You’ll be swell! You’ll be great!
Gonna have the whole world on the plate!
Starting here, starting now,
Honey, everything’s coming up roses! - Mama Rose

So ends Six’s story, with the tearful reunion of an accidental family and the broken heart of a lifelong friend. Nothing ever could stop Jason Street, not even a broken neck. So while yes, the kid with the GED getting even an entry level job at a New York boutique agency is a bit crazy, I can *almost* believe it. Scott Porter is that good. He’s so good, I could watch Jason lie outright to Wendell about being on his way back to Dillon and stopping in just to help the poor kid make the right decision and *still* believe every word he said.

That’s a testament to Street as a character and Porter as an actor.

Jason rolls off into the sunset on $40K a year and the knowledge that he’ll be running that agency someday. At least he should know that.

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NBC - Lipstick Jungle

Early this morning, word spread that NBC had axed Lipstick Jungle and My Own Worst Enemy due to poor ratings. As a female who enjoyed seeing other females make the dough and get the guy, I was disappointed about Lipstick Jungle. My Own Worst Enemy? I never bothered to tune in for, even having had a HUGE crush on Christian Slater as a little girl.

But apparently, I’m one of the few who showed up each week to find out if Victory Ford would finally hook up with Joe or if Wendy’s marriage would survive that little kiss she had. And then there was Nico the cougar with her hot little waiter, Kirby.

So - what about you? Did you bother watching either of those shows? Surprised at the news? Any other shows you fear might ‘get the ax’?

I was mocked tonight for tearing up near the end of this episode. I can’t help it, as I’ve got much love for Billy Riggins. Every time I see that dumb lug bust his ass to help out his ungrateful little brother, I get to thinking maybe there’s hope for humanity after all. I know he’s a fictional character, but he’s also very real. If someone like Billy - filled with contradictions, prone to screw up, abandoned and unloved by his parents - can find enough love to do what he does for Tim, maybe the rest of us have a chance.

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There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza a hole.

And with that unguarded, completely vulnerable moment, Herc and the Riggins boys know what’s at stake. This isn’t about Jason making money; it’s about Jason being a father. The reaction shot of Herc was a given, as Kevin Rankin brings such a sweetness to his role Herc would obviously be taken by Jason opening himself up like that. The more significant shot for me was of Billy. Billy knows what a loving, doting, caring father is: he just has to look in the negative space around his own deadbeat dad. Billy’s not going to be screwing around on this project anymore, even if it means putting up with Jason’s work list.

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30 Rock came back last week but felt a bit off. It was madcap and witty, clever and bright, but I thought too much of the episode was bookkeeping, trying to get everything back into balance. With Jack’s departure from GE at the end of last season, the world was shaken up. The writers could have pretended it never happened and started out this season back at status quo, but made the more interesting choice.

Then they spent all of one episode resolving it.

Why, why put Jack at the bottom of the ladder if the writers weren’t going to do anything with it?

What I would have liked to have seen, and what I believe would have been a richer vein of comedy for Jack, is a three-episode B-story arc seeing Jack’s meteoric rise from mail room to boardroom. Something a little like this…

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It’s when all the scared rats start running away from a sinking market that the true entrepreneurs come in. The true visionaries.

The Smash Williams Farewell Tour complete, it’s time for Six to take his lap around Dillon. And just like Smash, the start of his story places him on a road out of town. I don’t imagine this arc ending with an ebullient Jason Street, relishing a moment of simple pleasure with his friends before heading off on his life’s journey. Instead I imagine him quietly saying his goodbyes - to family, coach, and Lyla - before following Erin and his baby east.

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Jon Hamm hosted the old warhorse SNL last night and I didn’t know what to expect. As expected, there was a lame Mad Men sketch, made only barely palatable by the presence of Elizabeth Moss and John Slattery, but whether Hamm could do comedy or not was up in the air. Plus, with Amy Poehler on the verge of dropping Will Arnett’s love bundle…

Oh, she dropped. With musical guest Coldplay, that sadly meant more faux-angsty music so gay that it makes me feel like a red-stater when I jam out to West Side Story. But they had to do something to plug up Amy’s crack.

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