Four years ago, my then girlfriend, now wife, Katelyn and I were looking for ways to occupy the so called dog days of summer that were dragging along in Oxford, MS. She was a student; I was a chef/mover/waiter/blogger/beer drinker. (Man. Life was easy then.) Aside from the usual pool going, there wasn’t a whole heckuva lot to do. Netflix hadn’t yet hit its streaming stride and neither of our lives were very demanding, so we sat around and watched a lot of daytime TV. (Neither of us had DVR.)

One day that summer, while she was vacationing with her family and I was hitting the nadir of boredom (which I would KILLLL for now), I suggested we “start a show.” Neither of us had gone back and watched a show that had already been on or caught up to a show that was currently on, as is popular to do now, so we started discussing shows we might want to watch. The Wire, The Sopranos, and West Wing were all quickly dismissed. We were both Lost watchers so the easy, culturally relevant choice of 2009 was out. The decision was proving to be harder than we anticipated. Read more