I’ve been re-watching some Eastbound and Down (for those whom have made their home under rocks: an HBO show about a pro baseball player with serious anger management issues who, after career failure, returns home to Shelby, NC, to teach phys ed at his once high school, and possibly one more part of this really long sentence) and it REALLY makes me want to go home and hang out with him, though he is not real. Just for a day. We could go drink beer at the par-course and share our hopes, failures, dreams. Immediately followed by Wendy’s and maybe some steroids or hate crimes. I think that super deplorable characters who are somehow made likeable is definitely my new favorite kind of television.