A Wire-Sized Hole in My Heart

I have watched a lot of television.  I won't say that I'm an expert on what makes good TV but, like porn, I know it when I see it.  That probably helps explain why things just haven't been the same since I finished Season 5 of The Wire.

Don't get me wrong, there are still quality shows out there.  AMC's raft of dramas - Mad Men, Breaking Bad and The Walking Dead - underscore this point and during their best moments, I sometimes forget about the Wire-hole in my heart.  But then I see this and it all comes rushing back again:

I think the only event that came close to invoking the same sentiments that the end of The Wire made me feel is when Curtis Granderson left the Tigers for the Yankees.    Sure, I didn't know Granderson personally but it was like I had just lost a friend.  The only real difference is that although I'd still love to have Granderson back, it's good The Wire ended when it did.  There's something to be said for leaving them wanting more.

-A