Feel dizzy... need... sports... scores...

It was "girls' night in" at the Hogstrom house last night as Kerstin cued up the DVD player for an "all-nighter" of "Gilmore Girls."
Our 10-year-old daughter had received the DVD of the first season for Christmas.
Last night, we loaded up on pizza, chips, ice cream and the like for a mammoth helping of SIX HOURS of Lorelai and Rory.
I dug some of the music -- the first song played on "Gilmore Girls" episode No. 1 was "There She Goes," the original by The La's and not that dreadfully bland Sixpence None the Richer cover version -- but about midway through the proceedings I requested a much-needed intermission. I had to check sports scores or something. My male psyche felt like it was beginning to ebb away.
The girls are still sleeping, 10 hours after the closing credits of the last episode we watched. It's not so easy watching SIX HOURS of "Gilmore Girls" at once.