You’ve probably heard me mention this on Remember When before, but it’s rare for me to pick up a TV show at its launch.   What can I say?  I love easily, and after having my heart broken by Heroes, Battlestar Galactica, Season 6 of LOST, Flashforward, and any number of other TV series, it’s tough for me to put my TV faith into new shows.  This invariably leads to me hearing things like “Dude, have you seen <show name>?  It’s SO great!  You have to watch it”.  In fact, for a lot of TV shows for which I consider myself a fan, I came into them late.  Firefly?  I saw it on DVD.  Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Reruns on FX.  Deep Space Nine?  Picked it up at the start of the third season (REALLY good call on my part).

Recently, I was looking for a good sitcom to pick up and add to my repertoire.  The Office, which used to be my “go to” show for a good laugh, has been a letdown for a season and a half. The only things making me laugh on a consistent basis are Modern Family, Chuck, and Parks & Recreation.  I decided it was time to test the sitcom waters again, and a few friends pointed me in the direction of How I Met Your Mother.

Now, I had a vague idea of what the show was about (hell, it tells you in the title!).  And I’d read a few articles about Slap Betting and the endless libido of Barney Stinson, as played by Neil Patrick Harris.  But I had no idea what this show was really about.  I mean, sure, this guy is telling a long, long, long story to his kids about how he met their mother.  But how do you sustain a show beyond that?

And so I figured, what the hell?  Neil Patrick Harris is awesome in just about anything he does, and I like Allyson Hannigan enough.  I added the first season into my Netflix queue, got the first disc, and sat down for an interesting ride.

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