Lost innocence

So Lindsey insisted on starting this blog. As a teacher, I am hesitant to allow any "personal" information to be posted on the Internet. But, since I "lost" on June 20th, 2009, my personal opinions/feelings on most matters are overruled. So, if an Evans blog must exist and I am to asked to contribute from time to time, I should go ahead and blog about what matters most to me. In this case, the obvious topic is the impending final season of "Lost".

"Lost" is the greatest show in the history of television. And this simple yet undeniable fact is "lost" upon my wife. Yes, there are other amazing shows that we both enjoy such as "Mad Men", but even a cool guy like Don Draper cannot measure up to the brilliance of John Locke or Benjamin Linus. So you can only imagine my excitement for Tuesday's premiere, which unfortunately I will have to watch later Tuesday night on DVR since we have a big game against Tipp the same night (unfortunately our athletic director did not share my sentiment that the game should obviously be played a half hour earlier so everyone can get home to watch it in real time).

Like I said, Lindsey does not share my enthusiasm. She does not understand how incredibly smart the show is and how J.J. Abrams and the writers love putting little "Easter Eggs" into each episode that are fun for fans to try to figure out their significance. Every now and again I also like to read up on all things Lost, such as taking 45 minutes reading up on the potential clues in the cast's Last Supper picture. And I get grief for this. Now, it's okay for her to spend hours upon hours upon hours upon hours on Facebook looking at pictures of people she met one time five years ago or engaging in spirited debate about the latest story on Drudge. But me doing any "Lost" surfing makes me an obsessed nerd. Whatever.

Her pittance? She has to watch the final two episodes of last season today so she can try to keep up this coming season.

- T.D.