I like to think of fraternity guys loving the show, and one of them Googling the story behind it, and thinking ‘Oh, that’s true!’ And the Natural Light they’re drinking makes it better.
(Natty Light makes everything better. Wait, is that right?)
TV abounds in flashy villains and damaged anti-heroes, but Tony Soprano was something else: a mundane, banal, unimaginative suburban husband and father with mother issues whose business ran on murder. To hold our interest playing a man like that, to make us root for him to succeed while fearing what he’ll do next — that’s a gift.
See how long you can resist the urge to check your phone for swimming updates. Practice walking with your fingers in your ears while shouting “I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!”
Your smartphone is your enemy during these next two weeks. If you carry it around, you will be tempted to check the Internet, and you risk receiving spoiler-laden text messages from your gymnastics-loving friends.