Dear Emmy Voters,
I’d be a total moron to look a gift horse in the mouth. You honored Margo Martindale, who, more than any other performer this year, earned the statue you gave her. You didn’t allow affection for Steve Carrell (I mean who doesn’t love Steve Carrell? He’s delightful!) to overshadow the strength of Jim Parsons’s work on Big Bang Theory even though he won last year (really, all this shows is that, even in a crowded field of talented guys, his work rises above).
Lastly, you–gasp!–honored television’s most human show with two significant awards: one for writing, and one for acting.
So here goes: gift horse, mouth.
Maybe last year would have been a better time to give Friday Night Lights its due, providing an Emmy-fueled boost into its fifth season, perhaps driving it forward to a sixth. Again, I’m not complaining. Not too much. I’m just sayin’.
Because the truth is, the world is a better place when Coach, Mrs. Coach, and the Dillon Lions/Panthers are in it.
Your friend,
Mr. F.
