Last night I was finally able to break my Heroes addiction. And yes, it was an addiction. In the same way a heroin junkie chases that first amazing high, I sat transfixed in a state of slobbering mediocrity, reaching for the glimmers of something great, only to be left unsatisfied and jonesing for the next fix.
Thanks to the intervention of an old friend, I was finally able to open my eyes to the utter trash that I was forcing into my brain on a weekly basis. Thank you Monday Night Football. You are a true friend.