Month: June 2023 (Page 2 of 2)

Weekend Notes: Grad Party SZN

Quick Blog Note

You may have noticed that I updated the header image of the site. I actually did a little bit of Dicking Around™ with the entire site over the weekend. I installed a couple new themes and played around with them for about five minutes before switching back to the one I’ve been using for five years. I was content to swap in the new image, stolen from one of the themes I sampled, and call it a night.

I’m sure my readers will appreciate that, and that I’m not returning to the “completely redesign and/or move the blog to a new platform every year” cadence I was on back in the day. I’m pleased everything has worked well since my last host move, design update.


Final Grad Party

M had her big open house with two buddies on Sunday. After one of the driest springs in Indy history, it decided to pour much of the day. Which sucked in a lot of ways. It also made me thankful that we told M over a year ago if she wanted a big party she needed to either find a friend to host, or a friend who had a neighborhood clubhouse we could borrow for the day.

Our original plan was to do the clubhouse option. We even had a deposit down. But for some reason I’ve chosen to forget, that fell through. One of the other families volunteered to host everyone, which was a very nice thing to do. I think that mom is still recovering from a bunch of kids cramming into her house when the third downpour of the day rolled in during the last half hour of the open house. It was very packed and very loud for about 45 minutes. I barely had a voice Monday. It was like going to bars again!

Things in general went well. The food was great. The cops never showed up. I don’t think any of the neighbors complained. Us dads all got totally soaked in the setup process. I made the mistake of running the 10 feet from the gas station door to the ice machine and then to my car without an umbrella during the heaviest rain of the day. I might as well have jumped in the pool. Fortunately we had changes of clothes, although I don’t think I completely dried out until Monday morning.

We waaaay overestimated how much both food and drink we needed. We were left with at least four coolers that were totally full of various beverages, alcoholic and otherwise. Someone is going to have to host another party, this time just for adults.

It was fun seeing a lot of parents we don’t see often. Chances are we may never see some of these folks again as our kids go different directions.

The girls seemed to have fun. Other than the rain the only bummer of the day was M getting a little bitchy with S. Not the best time to do that, after your mom has busted her ass for weeks to make the party everything you wanted it to be. Oh well, kids gonna kid I guess.

There are just a scattering of parties left. Two of M’s good friends have one this coming weekend, and I think she may pop into a couple more. Then graduation season will finally be over.

Now S and I have two years to rest up until C’s class goes through the process. She needs to start planting the mental seed with one of her buddies so they volunteer to host.


One completely unrelated note from M’s party. Our small spring break group of parents was huddled in conversation, enjoying drinks. Several of us had 3 Floyd’s Gumballhead, a hoppy wheat beer. One of the dad’s commented that he liked it but, “I like that, what is it, 90 Acre? 80 Acre? better.”

This made me very happy, and we had like a 10 minute conversation about Boulevard beers, why they stopped making 80 Acre, how they changed their distribution a few years back, and how I was bullied by that girl at the bar in KC last year for suggesting that Boulevard was local.[1]

For the record Gumballhead and 80 Acre are indeed very close in taste. I, too, preferred 80 Acre, but am happy to drink a very good, similar beer made here in Indiana. Glad to find another aficionado.


Housing Assignment

M just got her housing assignment at UC this morning. She will live in the old school, kind of crappy building. She’s bummed about it, but I am laughing. It will be good for her to have to deal with a communal bathroom. Builds character. Plus someone cleans it for her. S lived in one like it. Hell, I did it for two years! She didn’t even list this dorm in her options, but I told her that’s the breaks of being a freshmen. All the older kids staying in dorms got first dibs and there were only so many spots left for the newbies.

She did get the roommate she had requested, and they will have a room to themselves, which is kind of cool. As long as they get along as well living together as they have through their online interactions and one meeting over the past four months.


  1. She derisively told me that Boulevard “isn’t local anymore” when I asked the bartender for something local.  ↩

Monday Links

A busy weekend in the past and a packed day ahead of me, so we’ll get caught up tomorrow. For now, some links I’ve collected in recent weeks.


First, a rather chilling account by a Ukrainian from the front lines of the war with Russia.

I haven’t had a chance to personally kill any Russians. They say it’s good luck to kill someone in front of you. But in this war you rarely see the enemy. If you’re stationed in a trench for a long time, you’ll probably see Russians. But mostly it’s bombs and shelling and drones. I was involved in one operation to catch a Russian, and he was alive and uninjured so I had a conversation with him. I gave him tea and treated him as a human being. I saw in front of me not an enemy, just a poor guy. We are all humans. We’re not fighting against orcs. We’re fighting people who look like us, who mostly speak the same language, who were our friends or even family before. They have their own truth and we have our truth.

The Diary of a Ukrainian Filmmaker-Turned-Soldier


Somewhat in the same vein is this piece, which examines declassified documents from the Soviet archives regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis. As the authors point out, in the lead-up to the Ukrainian war, Vladimir Putin made similar errors to those Nikita Khrushchev made in 1962. Fortunately, as the quote below shoes, Khrushchev eventually regained his sanity. I’m not sure we can be as hopeful about Russia’s current leadership.

“History tells us that in order to stop a conflict, one should begin not by exploring the reasons why it happened but by pursuing a cease-fire,” he explained to that Indian visitor on October 26. He added, “What’s important is not to cry for the dead or to avenge them, but to save those who might die if the conflict continues.”

Blundering on the Brink


Continuing with our Russian theme…A few times each year I think about going back and re-watching the entire run of The Americans. I always end up looking at my list of all the other crap I need to watch and tell myself to revisit the idea in a few months.

The fifth anniversary of the show’s wonderful finale just passed. The Ringer brought together its show runners, director, and actors to discuss one of the best finales ever filmed.

Keri Russell (Elizabeth Jennings):So emotionally devastating. It really shocked me.
Matthew Rhys (Philip Jennings):She was texting me, going, “Text me when you read it. Text me!”
Noah Emmerich (Stan Beeman):I just read it, and I didn’t skip ahead to see my stuff. I wanted to really experience the story in real time, and it just swept me up.
Holly Taylor (Paige Jennings):I was blown away. I loved it.
Keidrich Sellati (Henry Jennings):I couldn’t even comprehend it. I read it, and I sat there staring at it for 15 minutes, and then I reread it because I was like, “No way. What?” I guess I’m a crier. I started bawling.

With or Without You: The Oral History of the ‘Americans’ Finale


As has happened way too often lately, The Onion responds to the events of the day best.

“I don’t even want to be a woman—I just want to win at swimming. Imagine how I’ll laugh with glee up there on the winners’ podium, knowing that all I had to do was lie about my gender identity issues through months or years of psychiatry sessions, take a shitload of androgen blockers, go to speech therapy, and recover from multiple invasive surgeries!

Trans Teen Hatches Nefarious Plot To Undergo Years Of Medical Treatments And Counseling To Win At Swimming


This lady is a badass.

Competitors sail small boats, navigate with paper charts and sextant, catch rain for water, hand-write their logs, communicate by radio, and cannot accept outside assistance.

Kirsten Neuschäfer Wins the Golden Globe Sailing Race, Dubbed a Voyage for Mad Men


Why am I not surprised that people have been upset for 12 years about a CARTOON CHARACTER not being the white guy they were used to? People know Spider-Man isn’t real, right?

Across the Spider-Verse’s greatest feat is the way it takes Spider-Man’s fandom to task


Finally, a fantastic profile of Bryan Cranston. This anecdote cracked me up. This would have been in the late ‘70s, which seems about right.

In his early 20s, Cranston took a two-year motorcycle trip with his brother, during which he had the epiphany that he wanted to be an actor and not a law enforcement official, the career that he’d been studying for. While planning their itineraries, Cranston triangulated the locations of women he and his brother had already hooked up with to create routes where they’d most likely encounter someone who’d give them a free place to stay.

The Bryan Cranston Method

Friday Playlist

“It’s Alive!” – Ratboys
It’s been a fairly slow album year; my New Music list that I check each Friday has the fewest entries I can recall. But I just added one for Ratboys on August 25 that has me very excited.

“The Narcissist” – Blur
Their first new music in ages, and it sounds exactly like how music from a once-huge band who has drifted for years should sound like. The weariness and reflection suit the band’s age far more than trying to recreate what they did in the ’90s.

“Sudd” – Adwaith
I’ve featured plenty of Welsh artists over the years. I believe this is the first time I’ve played a Welsh artist that actually sings in their indecipherable native tongue. Based on language alone I understand why my ancestors fled that land for the new world.

“Save Your Tears For Someone New” – Lee Fields
The world needs more old school, pure, aching soul music like this.

“No More Lies” – Thundercat, Tame Impala
This is a good jam.

“Two Sunny Days” – Motorama
Hoping for two sunny days with M’s big open house coming up Sunday. Forecast does not look promising, though…

“Cruel Summer” – Taylor Swift
I wonder where the age divide is between people who think of this song first and people who think of the Bananarama song with the same title first when they hear those two words together.

Ranking Shit: Most Watched Movies

When I watched part of Real Genius a week ago, it got me thinking about the movies I watched the most between 1985 and 1994.[1] These were the glory days of movies on TV, a time when there was a great chance you would find one of, say, 40 different movies playing on one channel or another. There was no better way to waste time than flipping through your cable dial to find one of your favorites, then not moving until it was over.

I’ve always argued that was cooler than today, when you can stream pretty much any movie you want at the time of your choosing. There was the sheer randomness of coming across Just One of the Guys or Airplane! on a rainy Saturday afternoon. There was the joy of tuning in just in time for your favorite scene, or the agony of missing the line you love the most by a few minutes. And then the utility of knowing that Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was on TBS while you were watching football on NBC, allowing you to flip over during commercials.[2]

Anyway, here’s my best guess at the movies I watched the most during this period. Once again I’m wishing we could access the metadata in our brains so I could get exact counts. I will include one of my most quoted lines from each movie as a little bonus content.

Beverly Hills Cop
“Is this the man who wrecked the buffet…”

Real Genius
“You know, you’ll rue the day!”
“Rue the day? Who talks like that?”

Naked Gun
“Nice beaver!”
“Thank you. I just had it stuffed.”

Sixteen Candles
“No he’s not retarded.”

Better Off Dead
“Now that’s a real shame when folks be throwing away a perfectly good white boy like that.”

“Gee I’m sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.”
“Lane Meyer, the kid from Green Bay…”

“You’ll make a fine little helper, what’s your name?
“Charles DuMar.”
“Shut up, geek!”

Caddyshack
My top two picks are very tough to select a quote from, as I recited damn near every line of them endlessly with my fellow cinema aficionados. It seems like this is the one we did most from Caddyshack.

“I want you to kill every gopher on the course.
“Check me if I’m wrong, Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they’re going to lock me up and throw away the key.”
“GOPHERS YOU GREAT GIT, NOT GOLFERS. THE LITTLE BROWN FURRY RODENTS!”

Fletch
My unobtainable metadata might show that I quoted another movie more (although not much more), but I would almost guarantee I watched no movie more during those ten years than Fletch. This quote is the one that even people who never saw the movie used on a regular basis.

“It’s all ball bearings nowadays.”


  1. I pick that range because we first got cable in 1985, and capping it at ten years seemed about right. Swingers and Office Space would enter the conversation if we extended the range out further. And I’m obviously not including Christmas movies.  ↩

  2. RIP Picture in Picture, one of the greatest inventions ever that was, for reason, largely killed off when the world moved to digital cable. Now PIP means being able to watch the NCAA tournament while still working on your TPS reports on your work computer.  ↩

Reader’s Notebook, 6/7/23

I’ve been in a weird reading space since May began. Over that span I did not enjoy two of the books I have completed. As I mentioned in my previous RN post, I only finished Bret Easton Ellis’ The Shards because I’m stubborn. I think that effort wore me down, as shortly afterward I quit a book after struggling with it for over a week. Put all of that together and in the last four weeks I’ve only logged two books into my reading list for 2023.



Retracing the Iron Curtain – Timothy Phillips
This was the one book I finished that I did enjoy. Phillips travels from where Norway and Russia touch down to the border between Turkey and Armenia. Along the way he explores where the Iron Curtain separated East from West during the Cold War. He tells stories of both the past and present, and how the ages are irrevocably connected because of the trauma of the Cold War era. While I’m sure this will appeal most to people who came up in that time, it is filled with fascinating stories that should appeal to any history buff.



Transcription – Kate Atkinson
I get a newsletter a couple times each week that shares good crime/thriller/espionage reads. I’m pretty sure I found this book via that list. It promised a cracking story that bridged the early days of World War II and the early days of the Cold War when the world was still trying to find its footing.

While promising, the story did not live up to my expectations.

The World War II stuff was interesting. It focused on a British government effort to spy on Brits who were sympathetic to the Nazis and plotting to force the UK to get out of the war in 1940.

However, the shift to 1950 did not work nearly as well. There was a lot of meandering about. While I knew Atkinson was building towards something, it was never clear what. When she finally offered her big reveal – one apparently based on real events – I was more confused than thrilled. I thought she didn’t build to that twist in an effective way, taking away much of its potential shock value.

So the story was kind of a bummer. It did get me thinking about how long people will continue to write about World War II. Forever, I guess? We just passed the 79th anniversary of D-Day and are still getting tons of new books, both fiction and non-fiction, about the war each year. I guess it is the most evil collective act in our species’ history, so until something worse comes along it will continue to push people to write about it.


Abandoned Book


Double or Nothing – Kim Sherwood
My threshold for continuing to read a book has always been about 100 pages. If I’m not enthralled with it by that point, I usually don’t feel bad about putting it down and trying something else. Get deeper and I feel obligated to knock out whatever is left, even if it isn’t entertaining me.

I made it right to 100 pages on this, but it took something like 10 days to get that far. As I didn’t feel inspired to pick it up each day, I decided to send it back to the library rather than renew it and attempt to push further.

That’s a real shame, because this is the beginning of a new chapter in the literary 007 series. Sherwood has been contracted to write three 007 novels, and she was not shy about taking the series in a very different direction. In this novel James Bond is missing, and presumed dead, a trope that has been used before in the 007 world. Sherwood places the focus on the remaining double-oh agents and their search both for Bond and their investigation into the Elon Musk/Jeff Bezos figure Bond was looking into before his disappearance.

Sherwood’s 00 world reflects modern Britain. Her spies are very diverse, comprising of men and women, children of immigrants with very non-traditional British names, and even a gay agent.

That’s all fine with me, although I wonder if introducing so many characters at once was part of the reason I struggled to connect with her story.

The bigger issue, I think, was that Sherwood might be too good of a writer to pen a James Bond novel. Double-oh stories, good or bad, should always have a pulpy, tongue-in-cheek quality to them, an element that was definitely missing here. It felt much more like a standard espionage thriller, firmly rooted in reality. I say that as a massive fan of the Daniel Craig 007 world, which scaled the ridiculousness way back for a healthy dose of realism. But where the Craig movies featured so much amazing action, Sherwood’s story lacked those set pieces that keep the story exciting and moving.

A shame, as I would have liked to see how she carries the series forward. Might be time to be done with the James Bond stuff for awhile and pick one of the, oh, 8000 or so other spy series I could dive into.

May Media

Movies, Shows, etc

Ted Lasso, season two
Got S caught up. She enjoyed it. I don’t think my second viewing changed my opinion of it. It was funnier, deeper, and more emotional than season one. But it also lacked the magic of that first year. Season one wins in a nose because it didn’t have the two extra episodes that messed with the momentum of the rest of the season.

A-

Ted Lasso, season three
I shared lengthy thoughts here. An uneven season that ended on a high note.

B+

Slow Horses
I’m not sure why I go back and watch shows when I’ve already read the book. This got good reviews but I felt it didn’t come close to matching the book it was pulled from.

B

Air
Basically written for people like me. Seriously, what could go wrong when you base a movie in the summer of 1984, include tons of pop culture references and music clips, focus it on the brand I was most obsessed with as a kid and the greatest basketball player ever? Well, plenty, but fortunately this was well written and acted so other than a few quibbles, it was a very enjoyable hour and 54 minutes.

A-

The Yin & Yang of Gerry Lopez
My long-form surf video of the month. I didn’t know a thing about Lopez, and it was cool to learn his story. But even if you hate surfing this is an awesome movie to watch. Amazing production and music elevates the already incredible archival video of Lopez’s surfing prime in the 60s and 70s.

A-

Poker Face
I read so many raves about this show when it came out earlier this year. A throwback to detective shows of the ‘70s with a very modern twist, or at least that was what I gathered from those raves. That description was accurate. But it seemed like a lot of the episodes were about 10 minutes too long. Tighten things up and I would have liked it more.

B

Real Genius
One night after an NBA game I saw this was on and caught the last 45 minutes or so (From the beauty school tanning invitational scene on). An all-timer, a Pantheon flick, one of my most quoted movies ever. In fact, it inspired another post that I’ll get around to sometime this calendar year.
A+


Shorts, YouTubes, etc

GrainyDays
Kyle McDougall
As part of my new interest in film photography, I watched a lot of film-related videos. None more than these two guys.

How Does Film Get Processed?
Never cared about this before.

Why Every Country Has Military Bases in Djibouti
Djibouti. LOL.

The Invisible Barrier Keeping Two Worlds Apart
One of those True Facts that both makes perfect sense and seems completely crazy.

Commando: On the Front Line: The 55 Year Old Commando
Last year I watched the series about the British Royal Marines Commando recruits going through their training. I took until now to get to the companion piece, covering how the cameraman for the series also went through the training. Fifty-five year old badass.

21 Levels of Pen Spinning: Easy to Complex
Twenty-one?!?!

Richmond, London according to Phil Dunster
A Conversation with Brett Goldstein and Phil Dunster
A Conversation with Hannah Waddingham and Juno Temple
Lasso content.

The North Face presents: Lhotse ft. Hilaree Nelson and Jim Morrison
Climb one of the tallest mountains in the world and then become the first people to ski its descent? Sure, why not? As incredible/inspiring as this was, when you go and read about this couples’ lives, it might ruin your day.

Shining Mountains
Some people would label this as fiction since global warming/climate change don’t exist.
Tracks – An Arctic Snowboarding Story
Same for this one.

Nevia
More cool shit from North Face.

Hawaii, Where Surfing Began
Out Front: Ireland
Out Front: Maui
To Be Frank
My short-form surfing content for the month.

Who Really Got to the North Pole First?
A fun story I had never heard anything about before. I especially enjoyed the section near the end when the host compared the drama of this race to how modern billionaires compete for attention.

Flying eagle point of view #1
This is cool and all, but I want to see the bird snatch some unsuspecting creature for its next meal.

Arctic Post Road – Bikepacking Adventure in the Far North
More adventure shit I enjoy watching but could never pull off.

My Morning Jacket – ‘Return to Thunderdome’ Documentary
I’ve run hot-and-cold on MMJ over the years. This definitely falls into the hot category.

The Balkans Mirage: A Journey on Wheels
Honestly one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen on YouTube. This really should be a whole series.

The Bear-A-Byte PC: Pentium III Teddy Bear Computer
And this is one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen on YouTube.

Weekend Notes

We’ve hit a cycle of boom-bust weekends that should extend at least a couple more weeks.

This was one of the bust weekends. At least for four of us.

M had parties all weekend, I believe she had 12 she could have attended from Friday through Sunday. We met her at one of her buddy’s on Sunday and she looked totally wiped out. So naturally we – meaning S and I and other parents who have known M for years – made fun of her for being so tired from just having fun. We suggested she either go home and go to bed, or have a Diet Coke, eat something, and stop moping around.

She did not take this advice well. So we just laughed at her and enjoyed talking to the people who wanted to have fun.

Poor girl has one more week of parties to get through. Hopefully she survives.

S and I are only hitting up the families we know well and/or have spent a lot of time with over the years. We hit one each day. The Saturday party was fun because it was for a middle school classmate who went to a different high school. So we got to see some parents we haven’t seen in four years, other than on Facebook.

Sunday evening I took C and L to see Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse. All the thumbs up. I believe I’ve said this every time I’ve watched a Spider-Man movie since the latest iterations started, but I’m not a big Marvel/DC/superhero movie guy at all. There’s something about the Spidey movies that always works for me, though. And the Miles Morales universe ones are especially excellent. They are some of the most stunning visual entertainment I’ve ever seen. And the stories aren’t bad, either. I also love how these movies don’t take themselves too seriously. There are lots of jokes that poke fun at comic-based stories or the idea of a multiverse.

SPOILER ALERT

I hadn’t read anything about the new movie before we saw it, or watched the first Miles Morales movie again to refresh my memory. All I knew was that it was getting great reviews. So I was floored when the final scene closed and the screen displayed “To Be Continued…” I mean, I figured this wouldn’t be the last Miles Morales movie. But I had no clue this one was going to end in a proper cliffhanger. I was looking at my watch the last ten minutes thinking, “How the hell are they going to wrap this up?” I guess they will wrap things up in the next movie!

END SPOILER ALERT


NBA

I haven’t written a thing about the NBA playoffs. Last fall I flooded my podcast app with a bunch of NBA pods and generally listen to one or two each day, depending on my schedule. However, once Tyrese Haliburton got hurt and the Big 12 picked up its conference pace in January, I didn’t watch a ton of pro ball until the playoffs started.

This has been an entertaining playoff season. The Nuggets are so fun to watch, with such good balance and one of the low-key most entertaining players of all time in Nikola Jokic. And the Heat are just so damn relentless that they force you to admire their play, especially Jimmy Butler with his uncanny ability to morph into one of the five best players in the world once the playoffs begin.

I haven’t watched all of every playoff game, but most nights I turn the TV on around 9:00 and pick up whatever game is on. Back when there were still multiple series going on, I would also watch the first half of the late game before heading to bed.

If all this sticks to me through the summer, I may have to write more consistently about the NBA next year. Especially if the Pacers make a good draft pick/trade and take another leap in the ’23–24 season.


Summer School

L started summer school today. She’s taking two classes – PE and health – as that clears her to take strength training in the fall. So she basically has a regular school day. I dropped her off at 8:00 this morning and will pick her up at 3:30. On Tuesdays she will have basketball workouts for two hours after school, on Wednesdays for two hours before school. They will likely play games on Thursday nights.

Kid is going to be tired for the next month.

Friday Playlist

The bulk of this week’s playlist is one of my dumb group of songs that share some minor trait. The music is good even if the “concept” is stupid.

“Summer Breeze” – Seals and Crofts
It’s summertime, bitches.

“High Life” – Bloc Party
“American Candy” – The High Water Marks
“Ease On” – The High Violets
“Standing on an Empire” – Highspire
“It’s Fine” – Bethany Cosentino
A bunch of songs or acts with that all contain the word high. Plus the debut solo track by Bethany Cosentino, who often sings about getting/being high. I blame the Music Gods, but feel free to blame me.

“Why Can’t I Touch It?” – The Buzzcocks
“Waterfall” – The Stone Roses
Two classics featured on season three of Ted Lasso.

“Bootleg Firecracker” – Middle Kids
Oooooh, new Middle Kids music! No release date for an album yet, but they promise it will be a departure from the sound they are known for. A sound that I love a lot. So fingers crossed this new stuff hits me the same way.

Ted Lasso: One for the Road

Some notes about the end of Ted Lasso.

To reset, S had never watched the show before, so in April we watched together from the very first episode. We got caught up three weeks ago, watching the final three episodes on the nights they were released. After binging 30 or so in about 20 nights, I hated going old school and having to wait seven days for the next one.

I don’t think my general thoughts about season three are too original. I didn’t read many episode recaps during the season, nor any post-finale think pieces after Wednesday’s finale. But I believe consensus was that season three was uneven and had too many plot lines that were either unnecessary or too lengthy. Until the end, when things just kind of worked out. How Ted Lasso.

For example, did we need both Colin coming out/being outed and Keely having a relationship with a woman at the same time? I thought doing both seemed redundant and marginalized what could have been more powerful storylines had only one been used. I’m sure that got the right wingers worked up. Maybe that was the point.

I think the macro view of the issues with season three are pretty typical of an ensemble show like this, especially one blessed with such good writing and acting performances. There is an effort to squeeze something good in for everyone and, in the process, the focus that made season one so magical gets lost.

I kept making one comparison in my head. While the shows were very different, both Lasso and Stranger Things progressed through their runs in similar manners. Each were introduced via a season one that was amazing and affecting, a set of episodes that can be watched over-and-over. Both offered season twos that, while losing some of the brilliance of their premieres, expanded on that base and were, in some ways, even better. And then each show got off its rails a bit in season three as their universes expanded.

There are plenty of other shows that have had similar issues, but that was the one that struck me the most.

Back to season three specifically, I didn’t buy the whole Nathan Shelly plot line at all. He turned, with terrific vengeance, on the man who believed in him and helped him rise from kit man to assistant because Nate’s dad didn’t tell him he loved him? I know this show had daddy issues deep in its DNA, but that did not work for me. Even if the scene when Nate and his dad finally air their grievances was very affecting. Nate’s redemption seemed awfully easy after that.

Sam, who was such a big part of season two, sunk to the background this season. I get that you have to cycle through which secondary characters get the most attention. His experience with racism and hate are a perfect example of how interesting things get lost when a show’s world expands. That really could have been a huge, impactful part of the season, but was isolated to a couple episodes early on and then never revisited.

I was glad the Sam-Rebecca thing pretty much got dropped, other than a few looks of longing.

I hated how Roy Kent went from one of the great characters in recent memory to kind of an afterthought. At times he was almost a parody of the Roy we loved in the first two seasons, his gruff comments feeling somewhat forced and lacking in bite.

Another story line that I think deserved more attention was the change in Jamie’s dad. All we saw was a shot of him in, presumably, rehab and then he and Jamie sitting together smiling in the finale’s closing montage. For a relationship that was so powerful and difficult to watch in season two, I think it deserved more time to show the process James went through and how he and Jamie reconciled.

One thing I found very interesting about the show was how it was, overtly, a very politically progressive show. There was nary an episode without a reference, subtle or overt, either supporting a left-leaning political stance or decrying a right wing view. Which, again, I’m sure pissed off plenty of people. You know, the people who decry “cancel culture” when asked to stop being racist and then ban books they don’t like, protest because Target has rainbow t-shirts, or focus on men wearing dresses instead of the fight against bigotry and child abuse those dude in dresses stand for. Some might call them snowflakes.

Yet, from a higher level, Ted Lasso was strongly rooted in traditional values. It was all about having a strong connection with a parent, and the troubles that can develop when that parental connection is not available.[1] It was about taking care of people you are close to. For accepting responsibility for your actions. About being proud of your little community, whether it is a locker room, a soccer team, or the neighborhood of the mega city it occupies. About how you play the game being more important than the final result.

I’ll chalk all that up to Jason Sudeikis’ Midwestern upbringing. Although the empathy for people who live different lives than our own that Ted Lasso was so famous for is rarely present in the leaders who represent those of us who live in flyover country.

Sudeikis gets most of the credit for Lasso. Not enough is said about Bill Lawrence. I have no idea what the split in creative energies has been throughout the series, but Lasso is another notch in what has been an amazing career for Lawrence. He wrote for Friends and The Nanny, among other shows. He helped to create Spin City, Scrubs, and Cougar Town. Then he was involved in Lasso. I’ve heard Shrinking is pretty good, too. That’s a pretty solid CV.

Rupert becoming the #1 villain was both predictable and highly satisfying. While all that family/community stuff is nice, the show’s willingness to tear down the rich white dudes who think the world should bow before their every whim because they have money was almost as big of an organizing ethos.

And yet Edwin Akufo’s return showed that rich Black guys can be menaces as well. At least Akufo was hilarious. The scene in season two when he erupts after Sam turns down his offer was one of the best of the show’s entire run.

Another terrific element of the show’s DNA, especially for old guys like me, were all the references to Cheers. From having characters named Sam and Rebecca, to the picture of Sudeikis’ uncle (George Wendt, aka Norm) hanging in Roy’s favorite kebab joint, there were many scattered throughout the series. I’m sure I missed some of them along the way.

There was a wonderful final callback in the Lasso finale’s closing minutes. In case you missed it, Mae reaches up to shift a picture of Geronimo hanging from her bar’s wall that had gone askew. It was a smaller version of a picture that Nicholas Colasanto, aka Coach from Cheers, kept in his dressing room. After his death in 1985, the cast moved the picture onto the set. In the final episode of Cheers, Sam pauses to straighten it before he leaves the bar.

And then they cut to Trent Crimm signing books for his fans, saying “Cheers” to them.[2]

I also loved how there was always the Will They/Won’t They element to Ted and Rebecca’s relationship, something no show has ever done better than Cheers with Sam and Diane. I thought it was great how the writers only ever hinted at that angle, and kept Ted and Rebecca as friends but never lovers.

And then they open the finale with them clearly having slept in the same house and Ted asking if Rebecca wanted to talk about it. It took less than a minute to reveal they, in fact, did not sleep together. That was a nice way to wrap up that part of the show’s history.

I haven’t even talked about the soccer. I liked how soccer was always a huge part of where each season headed. Whatever the final result on the pitch was, it was always outweighed by what was going on with the characters.

OK, the players all pulling pieces of the destroyed Believe sign from their belongings was kind of hokey. But I loved it.

I’m guessing there wasn’t much acting in all the tears shed in the finale, especially from Hannah Waddingham in the airport scene. She seemed a right wreck, to attempt to put it into words she would use.

I will miss seeing her. She is an absolute Greek Goddess, surely carved out of marble by the sword of Zeus.

Other things I will remember/miss about Tedd Lasso:
Ted’s unwavering belief that people are good and deserve love and respect. We can tell ourselves we should behave in a similar manner, but so much of today’s world pushes us to be cynical and suspicious. Ted gives us hope we can all be better.
Roy Kent, fucking feminist icon.
The love between almost all the female characters, but especially Rebecca and Keely.
Jamie Tartt’s transformation.
Sam Obisanya’s moral compass and innate goodness.
Trent Crimm’s (of The Independent) hair.
The lads in the pub.
Sassy’s sassiness.

Ted Lasso will go down as the first great show from AppleTV+. Only an uneven season three keeps it from being an all time classic. It offered us some tremendous characters, lots of laughs, perhaps as many tears, and 30-some episodes that always had at least one moment that would affect you. After rewatching them all, I give season one an A+, season two an A-, and season three a B+, with an overall grade of A.


  1. Ted, Rebecca, Sam, Nate, Jamie, and even young Phoebe were all examples of the power and influence parents, and parent figures, have over us. Rupert clearly had daddy issues we never heard about.  ↩

  2. I stole the title of this post from Cheers’ final episode title as well.  ↩

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