Good-bye Ton...

Yes, it is over. The Sopranos are no more. I sat on the sofa last night watching the final episode of Tony Soprano, his family, and all his paisans. At the time, I was not sad, just apprehensive and excited. My excitement was sprinkled with dread and carried along by hope, but hindered by fear. Suppose Tony gets whacked. I can't bear it! Suppose he turns states evidence and totally wimps out. I can't bear it! Heaven forbid something should happen to Carmela. Oh, God, not that! This is my mind on Sunday, June 10, 2006.

Then it is 8:55 p.m. CDT. Tony is still intact with his credentials still in place. He sits down at a diner to wait for his family for dinner. The door to the restaurant opens, is this it? No, Carmela saunters over with a look of self-possession and a warm, sexy smile for Tony. Again, that door... a sleazy guy with haunched shoulders and cap pulled low slinks in and eases up to the bar. But it's OK, A. J. bounces in behind him and joins Tony and Carmela. They talk a bit about A.J.'s new Tony-finagled movie industry gig. The sleazy guy gets up from the bar and eases into the men's room. (To get the gun, ala The Godfather?) While outside Melody struggles to parallel park her car so she, too, can join the family. AHHHH! Why are they showing that? It's Melody! Someone is going to shoot her and Tony will run out to save her and catch a rain of bullets in the gut. Oh God, Nooooo! All this and I am no longer reclining on the sofa. I am sitting up, eyes bugged out, literally sweating (no wait, that's a hot flash!). OK, the car is parked, Melody bounces out, crosses the street barely missing getting run over and enters the restaurant. Music...black out....WHAT! Did the cable go out?!!??....credits roll.

Man, what a finish! You fill in the blanks.

Dick Cavett tried to get me ready, but even he was off the mark. Take a look anyway, great blog post!