Ode to FNL

Friday Night Lights...How do I love thee, let me count the ways:

1. Coach Taylor. The coach I always wanted. He cares about winning AND the kids. He yells sure, but he cares.  And he's a pretty darned good husband too. 
2. Mrs. Taylor. She's super hot and smart and always right when it comes to ethical dilemmas or any old dilemma the coach or the Taylors might face. And she's quick witted to boot. When Eric (aka Coach Taylor) said: You know who I miss... I miss the coach's wife. She said: You know who I can't wait to meet? The principal's husband. That's what I'm talking about, Mrs. T. (I do know those words were written for her, but she delivers them with such quiet gusto. That Connie Britton is something.)
3. The Taylors. He says: Ahh apologize. I love you. You were right. (He says this a lot.) She accepts.  They kiss. They are the model for my perfect relationship. They communicate with each other. They say they are sorry. And this all happens in Texas. Who knew. 
4. The way Matt Saracen says "gramma". And how he danced with her at Billy and Mindy's wedding. Could he be any sweeter?
5. Landry. People think he's ugly. I don't. He's smart and nerdy. And he loves that Tyra without heed. I didn't even mind the whole murder plot sidetrack which many felt was a shark jump moment. Not me. I fell for it. I fell for them. 
6. Tyra Collette. I love a fucked up, tortured, mess of a girl that you just want to root for anyway. And she sure is purdy.
7. I pretty much cry during every episode. I love a good cry. 
8. Lyla Garrity.  I even like her! She's supposed to be the good girl. The bitch. The priss. But she was screwing Jason Street (and she was a sophomore!) then she screwed his best friend, Tim, while Jason was in the hospital. Then she turned to Jesus. Then she turned back to Tim. She ain't that good. She's a mess too. 
9. Clear eyes, full hearts...can't lose. Indeed.  It has new meaning when Coach Taylor says it to the sucky East Dillon Lions. It means even more. I'm gonna use this one. Don't make fun. 
10. Tim Riggins. Oh please Tim, in all your fucked up long-haired drunken glory...come find me. Come knock on my door and take me in your arms, breathe your beery breath on me and look at me like you can't live without me. Please.