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Farewell To Friday Night Lights

DPFNL2 Well, after delaying the inevitable, I have completed the the fifth and final season of Friday Night Lights. A time I knew was to come eventually, as stated in my farewell ode to the one and only season of Lights Out, has indeed come, and the feeling that I have is one of anger, joy, and sadness.
 
DP devotees already know about my strange addiction to the Friday Night Lights platforms – book, movie, and television show. I love all three platforms, the sayings, the mottos, the dialogue, the morals, and all of the subliminal messages and underlying messages of American life the three presented. Heck, the current DP design is based off of Friday Night Lights!

So yes, I am addicted. And because of that love and raw emotional connection the stories of each platform has with me, my first emotion is that of anger. It is very upsetting to watch a program as great as FNL (An Emmy Award Winning Series) along with the cult-like following that fought for the show every season despite a poor slot (ironically on Friday Nights), continue to defy being cancelled season after season before eventually having to call it quits. Yet, networks continue to run “trial” shows like The Voice and numerous mind-numbing types of reality shows (Looking right at you NBC!).
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