We sat my stepdaughter down recently and introduced her to the first season of Friday Night Lights.
If you don’t watch this show, go. Go RIGHT NOW. It’s so lovely, so well done. You won’t be sorry, go get the first season and watch it now.
(I’m going to throw a shout out to my brother right now; I came home on a random Tuesday to see that Amazon had shipped me the first season of FNL. Mike loved the show so much he thought I needed it immediately, and sent it right over. It sat on my coffee table for a few weeks, at which point my dog decided to try to open it, which, given his absence of thumbs and abundance of teeth, didn’t actually work out so well. Ashamed to tell my brother we had not actually watched it, I quickly ordered a NEW season 1, which also sat on the table, unwatched. It came out later that Moose had destroyed the first copy, at which point, for Christmas, my brother bought us YET ANOTHER copy of season 1. So, to count: that’s three copies of the same TV show, and I still didn’t take the initiative to watch it. I’M A MORON. This show was worth the insistence and glut of opportunities to watch.
My point is: don’t make me send you three copies of season 1. Hook yourself up and just start watching).
ANYWAY. Sammy, at age 13, I figured was ready for Friday Night Lights.
There’s two male leads that are important for this story: Tim Riggins and Matt Saracen.
Tim Riggins: Hard drinking, male slutting, bad boy who would have been kicked off the team long, long ago if not for his natural talent and amazing hair. He responds to his girlfriend breaking up with him with a beer swig and a “See ya around, then” needs a hug so badly that it makes me want to cry. To quote my cousin Sara, who has done A LOT of thinking about this, points out that “The tragedy of Tim Riggins is that he acts like he cares about the team the least, but really, he needs it the most.” Tim Riggins is the type of guy who (and I’m quoting from Wikipedia here) “copes with many of his problems through promiscuous sex and heavy drinking.”
Matt Saracen: Oh, Matty Saracen. He makes my heart hurt. The sophomore quarterback brought into first string through a random series of events, coming from behind, brimming with possibility, he can barely complete a sentence around a girl, loves art, and lives at home with his grandmother, in charge of taking care of her as she descends into dementia. A good guy who just wants to play football and date a nice girl, and make his dad/coach/team think he’s worth something, and not always succeeding in that, he ALSO needs a hug so badly it makes me want to cry.
Now, I love me some Matty Saracen, however, of course, Sara and I are in love with Tim Riggins. How can you not be? His tussled hair of angst just calls to us:
However, just as Sara and I were commenting on our love for Tim Riggins, I began to think that maybe that’s not the role modeling the teenager next to me needed from us, right? I mean, shouldn’t I NOT encourage a crush on the Tim Riggins of the world? So, I was chewing this around in my mind when the 13 year old pipes up with: “EW. Tim Riggins is gross, Matt Saracen is SUCH a nice guy. THIS is why you dated poorly through your twenties”
BOOM goes the dynamite on that one. From the mouths of babes, y’all. This girl is going to be OK, despite the best intentions of her parents.