I Beseach You

I don't ask for much. But I need you to do this for me. I need to to pass along the word to everyone you know. I promise--PROMISE!--this will be a good thing. You have no idea. Really. This fucking show is SO good.

Friday Night Lights is amazing. Is it the greatest show on TV? I don't know. It's the one I most look forward to watching every week and, "Bret Michael's "Rock of Love Bus" as a notable exception, I have impeccable taste in television.

Let me tell you what sets this show apart: Kyle Chandler and Connie Britton. Chandler is Eric Taylor, coach of the Dillon Panthers High School Football team. Britton is his wife, Tami, principal of the school. The relationship between the two is the likes of which you've never seen on the small screen before. So many programs rely on tired stereotypes to depict parental interaction: the Dad is oblivious, and idiot even, and the Mom is the one who keeps everything together and provides the object lessons. Or, marriages are fodder for deception.

On "Friday Night Lights," you get real reactions to real situations. There are scenes from Season 3 that I've watched over and over again, struck by their authenticity and the pitch-perfect work of the actors. You'll be invested in them in no time.

Season 3 begins tonight on NBC. It has already run, in its entirety, on DirecTV, and I can assure you these 13 episodes are exceptional. You don't need to have seen Season 1 or 2 (and you're probably better off pretending, like me, Season 2 never happened). There is enough back-story provided and the characters--Tim Riggins and Buddy Garrity, mostly--have so much more depth now.

Whether there's a Season 4 depends on you. The show's writers have set up awesome potential if there is one. I need your help. You don't want to be on my bad side.

Friday Night Lights. Fridays 9 p.m. on NBC.

Also, if you're a guy...hottest collection of women on a TV show since "Twin Peaks." Yep...I'll stoop to lowest common denominator to get my Season 4.