I can’t remember anticipating a television show at the level that I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of the series finale of The Sopranos that airs in a few minutes. Will the last episode go Shakespearean in the proportions of its tragedy and make everybody and I mean everybody dead? Will A.J.’s suicidal tendencies manifest itself with patricide? Will Tony see no way out but to seek government protection in order to save his family?
All I know is ain’t better be anybody riding off into the sunset happily ever after else I ain’t never watching that show again! Ever.
UPDATE (7:44 p.m.): Screw me for expecting a final episode with some balls. This makes the ridiculous Seinfeld series sayonara look like genius in comparison.