“Are you fucking kidding me? You think I’m going to spend 10 years sitting on a hard-wood bleacher getting splinters in my ass and cheering on Kyle Chandler? You’re out of your mind.”
Connie Britton, before accepting the role of Tami Taylor on Friday Night Lights
From a really interesting and sentimental oral history of FNL here. Do check it out if you’re a fan of the show at all, or thinking about watching it (because the first few seasons are on Netflix and you should and shame on you if you think it’s “just a football show”).
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Sitting in the bleachers and cheering on Kyle Chandler sounds like my ideal job.
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Mrs. Tragos and I just finished the final episode a few nights ago. There are shows out there that might be better written, or more consistently well acted, or more purely resistant to mawkishness. But—with the possible exception of ‘Northern Exposure’—I’ve watched none on which you, the viewer, stand on more solid emotional and moral ground.
Plus you get to watch a show about football.
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