Friday Night Lights Up.

Didya hear some shoutin’ last week? That was me, loudly cheering after the suits at NBC gave the critically lauded yet ratings challenged Friday Night Lights a green light for not just one, but two more seasons. Huzzah for lovers of gripping television.


Despite my adoration for both the 1990 Buzz Bissinger book and the 2004 movie of the same name, I was a late comer to the Friday Night Lights TV show bandwagon. It wasn’t until last season, when I began tuning in to the Texas-based high school football drama on a regular basis. And from that point on, I was smitten, like a tweenager with a JoBro crush. After watching this season’s FNL episodes, my smitten quotient exponentially increased and, as much as I love sports, I don’t think the show’s a must-see because of the actual football scenes, which comprise just a fraction of the program.


Sure, the high school football coach, Eric Taylor (Kyle Chandler) is eye candy, with his dark, hang-dog good looks and the quiet, brooding eyes. It’s easy to be charmed by the former golden boy high school football QB who was paralyzed during a game and heroically fought, over the course of three seasons, to rebuild a life after the brutal, literal shattering of his dreams in an instant. The tales of this year’s senior quarterback, Matt Saracen (Zach Gilford) -- who lives alone, caring for his dementia-addled grandmother while his father is serving in the military in Iraq and mom, up until recently, has been AWOL -- getting benched to make room for a shiny new QB with an arm like a cannon certainly tugged at this viewer’s tear ducts as Matt tries to discern if there is life after football.


You know, I hate football, but I love that show.

Mom to 3