I spent the morning with my fingers lodged in my ears, hoping to avoid the inevitable chatter about The Sopranos' series finale. I failed. I now know how it ends.
This is the price we pay for being cheap and waiting for our favorite HBO shows to come out on DVD. Maybe I'll forget by next year.
I called Greg, on the road this morning, and we deconstructed the show, sight unseen. Leave it to us to analyze something secondhand.
Then again, I hear pundits do all the time.
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