Come on, admit it… The first time you saw the Sopranos, you wanted to be Tony. No? Well, maybe it was just me, but I digress…

Tonight’s final episode should be one for the ages. And I’ll admit it, I’m going to miss having Tony around. I like to think of T. as my alter ego… Doing that things that I would do if my main goals in life weren’t to stay out of prison, not to be killed in a shootout, and avoid sodomy. It’s a simple way of looking at life. You’re either part of this thing of ours, a member of the family, or you’re not. You’re either with us, or against us. Have I mentioned that I like things that are black and white like that? No great shocker there, I suppose.

The Sopranos have been Sunday night regulars at my house for a long, long time. Murderous, thieving bastards all, but in the end, I’ll be sorry to see them go. Come on T., whack that fucker Phil and be done with it. At least leave us with the possibility that a movie could be in the works.