Last night’s season finale of White Collar represented everything holy and unholy about serial television. Don’t get me wrong, this season has been great, and the final unfolding of the “Rebecca” story arc did not disappoint (Fort Totten!). When I looked at the clock, though, at that final resolve and realized there were more than 20 minutes left in the episode, I knew some trickery was on its way. After some silly floundering we find WC‘s producers relying on the oldest trick in the book: bringing us right back to where we started!
I won’t give away any more plot points for the sake for those who haven’t seen it. I still recommend the show, and because I’m already hooked I’ll be back for a sixth season. Even somewhat predictable is still good on this show, one of the best currently on TV.
Not to be missed tonight… match-up number two of outdoor hockey in the House that Ruth Built. Tonight the New York Rangers take on the New York Islanders from Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. The Rangers try to make it a two-game sweep after handing it to Martin Brodeur and the New Jersey Devils Sunday afternoon. With these games and a Super Bowl coming up this Sunday, New York area sports are looking pretty good right now. (And pitchers and catchers report in 16 days.)
The roster of last night’s Grammy winners reads as a who’s who of people I’ve never heard of and music to which I’ve never listened. I’ll be honest, reading down the list of names from the most “important” categories the first one I recognized was Herb Alpert. My exact thought was… that guy’s still alive?
If I ever were in touch with “current” music I became out of touch with it long ago. But, like most things in life I’ll get around to it eventually. I’m glad I live in the future, at which time nearly all of the world’s music is but a click away for a few dollars a month. Spotify playlist here we come!
I’m glad to see my beloved New York Yankees are spending like the Yankees again, this week marking $155 million over seven years (plus a $20 million “posting fee,” whatever that is) to a pitcher who’s never played an MLB game. With big off-season money spent on All-Stars Brian McCann and Jacoby Ellsbury, this is starting to feel like home. Seems as though their biggest star, however, will be making the same amount of money playing baseball this year that I will: zero. Great as A-rod is (or was)… I don’t mind a nickel.
They say you can’t go home again, and in general I find that to be true. But all I have to do today is go outside to get a big, wintery dose of good old upstate New York. Super.
After a great day of football yesterday, the Denver Broncos and Seattle Seahawks have their tickets punched for Super Bowl XLVIII. in most sports a Denver/Seattle championship would have TV execs in tears–not exactly the nation’s biggest markets–but the Super Bowl isn’t really about pulling for the home team. This year’s “big game” (as it’s called in places that can’t advertise it) should have fans and studio heads cheering. A classic youth versus experience matchup in Wilson/Manning and the first outdoor game in years? This one is set to be Super.
USA’s White Collar has been particularly good this season, and last night’s episode continued an intriguing subplot begun before its holiday hiatus. With only two more episodes left this season, I am pleased with what I have seen and expect nothing less as the season closes. If you haven’t gotten into White Collar, do yourself a favor and get yourself caught up to speed. All the cool kids are doing it.
If the two-minute montage at the end of Monday’s episode of Archer is a sign of things to come for its new-look fifth season, count me in. I’ve always thought of Archer as like Entourage on coke. Looks like I was right.
Hello, new tires. Goodbye, money.
That was my reaction when reading the vote total of every single former major leaguer on the Baseball Hall of Fame ballot. I know it’s easy to say now, but I assure you each player was within a percentage point or two of where I thought he would be. Maddux, Glavine, and Frank Thomas were all well-deserved locks. No surprises. Steriod-plagued candidates such as Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds? Not even close. No surprises. The fact that Craig Biggio was close but didn’t quite make it? No surprise. Biggio’s a Hall of Famer for sure. He’s just not a first ballot Hall of Famer. Sound strange? Well, that’s just how the Hall of Fame operates. No surprises.