Thanks to the magic of digital video recording, I was able to stop time, to delay the inevitable by almost 24 hours.
But as a wise man (or was it a woman?) once said, all good things must come to an end.
So on Saturday--almost a day later than the NBC executives planned it--the Lights went out. But what a way to go out.
"Friday Night Lights" ended it's five-year run as one of the greatest American television series ever in the same way the show lived: vivid acting performances, innovative cinematic work, and brilliant storytelling.
As the finale progressed, it was clear that the theme of "family" foreshadowed the end of the Taylor's time with Texas football. The move to Philadelphia was the only logical way for the core values of the show--loyalty, integrity, and family--to win out.
"Friday Night Lights" was never about football. Football was just the setting, the context for the relationships and for the stories of navigating life.
As Kyle Chandler and Connie Britton walked away, arm in arm, it affirmed everything the show stood for. It also allowed those who created the show to remain true to themselves and to the story they were telling.
There will be other actors and technician and storytellers who come along and deliver brilliance to our television sets. But at this time, in this era of "reality" television and faux-stars famous for being famous, it was refreshing to see the craft of making a television show so expertly executed.
We'll miss you Eric and Tami, Julie and Matt, Riggings, Tyra, Landry, Street, Buddy, and the rest. Thanks to the producers and staff for giving us five years of greatness.