After American Idol, we watched Friday Night Lights. I just love how the layers of this show and the town are beginning to reveal themselves…like an onion which, before it makes you cry, makes your nose itchy.

Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but our stereotypical ballbusting Texas small-town mayor is apparently involved in an “ahlternative lahfstyle” and paws at (on? towards?) her partner in front of Coach & Mrs. Coach Taylor during a dinner party; I assume, trying to gauge the reaction of Mrs. Coach before recruiting her into the mayor’s re-election campaign. Subtle. Family values! Education! Support the children of Dillon! Pay no attention to the woman sitting next to me! Hey, look over there…Smash is injecting steroids!

I especially love watching CU whenever Matt’s Eye-rack soldier dad comes into a scene. When he boarded a bus to head back to duty (haven’t seen that one since 1942), I thought CU’s head was going to pop off: “I’m sure he’s riding the bus to Waco, where he will then fly to DFW, and then fly back to Eye-rack”. Personally, I was rather annoyed at the lack of patriotism showed upon the big send-off…as I half-assumed Geraghty’s Fine Motorcars would have donated a car for the day so the whole family could, I don’t know, take him back in style. and not just leave from the “DILLON BUS DEPOT”, which had a gigantic sign so the folks in the airplanes overhead could cackle and sneer, “Suckers…having to take the bus!”

I’m also now convinced Matt’s dad is Mike Delfino, and that he’s not going back to Eye-rack, he’s headed back to Wisteria Lane so he can get his other son, Zach, under control before he gets a restraining order slapped against him by Gaby.

The great thing about Lila is she surprises you in ways you’d never expect. For example, she is rather adept at the usage of chopsticks, despite the fact her redneck daddy still uses a word like “Oriental” to describe a Japanese restaurant. While I’m ranting about Papa Geraghty, does he not know you can, in fact, buy a one-story house in Texas? I know this. I live in one. We live in between two others. And…there are still others across the street! Isn’t that wild? Sometimes, the kids and the parents all have bedrooms on the same floor, thus negating Papa’s lame argument that Jason wasn’t equipped to be a long-term Lylationship because he can’t walk up the stairs to calm a fussy baby…“Can you even have children????” Ergh.

Next week…it looks like hot tubs and hot chicks for Matt Saracen. And, it looks like Smackin’ Smash is behind it all. When in distress, if you’ve already blown the “deny, deny, deny” thing…create a diversion or go for the big gap between the opposing team’s receivers.