Tomorrow night the only thing that can take my mind off the fact we're still 3 months away from Opening Day returns.
And while I'll still be dealing with Trot using the world as his personal urinal, Rakes trying with all his might to stay on green at school every day, and the prospects of Ciera coming home and uttering the word "boyfriend" on any given day, the greatest television character ever imagined returns to my living room for two glorious hours Sunday night.
Jack. Is. BACK.
My life's goal is to get an entire wing of The Smithsonian in his honor.
And yes, this is what happens every year around this time; I slowly start to lose my mind over having no baseball and Jack and LOST pull me back from the edge.
I should note that this is the last year for LOST and could very well be the last year of 24 as well.
You've all been warned.
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