Last October, Maureen Ryan, Alan Sepinwall and I met at John’s pizzeria in midtown Manhattan to divide the globe among our respective empires a margherita pie and talk about TV. Mo Ryan went to the trouble of recording and transcribing the convo and is posting it in three parts. (The Library of Congress will be after this recording, mark my words!)
In the first installment, we talk about Lost. And we discover that I can really yammer on when you pull my chain. If I said anything particularly stupid, may I note that I was the only one drinking.
* Hat tip to whoever suggested this title on Twitter back in October.