Great Television

Brian’s comment convinced me that what Mike and I were talking about last night should be the topic of a blog post. So, thank you, Brian.

Last night I was goofing off and I noticed that the girl (she’s older than I am, why do I call her a girl?) who plays Paris on the Gilmore Girls was on ER for a few episodes. Now, ER used to be my favorite show, but I couldn’t remember her character, so I checked some of the recaps on TwoP to see if I could remember her.

People! She played the wife of the crazy guy who stabbed Carter (my former television boyfriend) and killed Lucy!

That was some unforgettable television. Here’s a quick recap for those of you who aren’t familiar with the show. At the end of one episode, Carter walked into a patient’s room. The patient comes up behind him and stabs him. He falls to the floor and sees Lucy, who has already been stabbed and is lying in a pool of blood. The patient runs away to do goodness knows what. The episode ends.

I don’t think it’s possible for me to convey to you how incredibly disturbing and frightening I found that scene. Let me just say this: I had to sleep with the lights on for a couple of weeks. No lie.

The next episode featured the hospital trying to save two of its own. They even cracked Lucy’s chest open, but she didn’t make it. I can’t tell you much more about the episode, because after they cracked her chest open, I spent most of the rest of the episode covering my face with a blanket. It was really memorable television (when I could bring myself to watch the screen). Just thinking about it yesterday made me want to sleep with the lights on.

Most of my “really memorable television” moments come from sports. Laettner’s last-second shot over Kentucky. The Braves win the National League over the Pirates in the ninth inning. Chris Webber calls a timeout he doesn’t have. Michael Jordan plays with the flu (and scores 38 points). That crazy insane triple-overtime game in Cameron. It’s rare that a scripted TV show can bring that kind of emotion.

It makes me sad that I don’t follow ER anymore. I loved that show (and my television boyfriend). I gave up on it after Romano’s arm got cut off by the helicopter and Carter and Abby couldn’t make it work and Mark died and everyone was so darn unhappy all the time. I miss the glory days of ER, when I cared about the characters and I watched it faithfully every week with my friends. It was good community, and usually good (sometimes great) television.

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