I could never actually buy one of the box sets. My shame can’t be secret if I have to look a clerk in the eye. And God forbid I buy it online, because in no time at all, I’d be getting recommendations based on my past purchases. But there’s a part of me that hopes somebody will one day buy it as a joke. We’ll have a good laugh about Gabe Kaplan’s ‘fro, and I might bust out my Horshack laugh. They’ll feel good about their hilariously ironic gift, and I’ll take that set home. And then, I’ll take all of that Peabody and Emmy-winning entertainment out of the DVD player, and I’ll sit down and watch the entire season. And you know what? I’ll enjoy it.
