2023-11-13
30 分钟Pushkin.
It was a Thursday night ritual in the Santos house.
Like families all over America,
we'd settle in front of the TV to watch a sitcom that from the opening bars of its theme song really spoke to me.
That show was Cheers.
It's a comedy about a bar in Boston owned by washed-up baseball star Sam Malone.
The jokes spring from the ups and downs of the bar's slightly oddball roster of staff and clientele,
from prissy psychiatrist Frazier Crane to beer-loving accountant Norm Peterson.
I was just a kid when Cheers was on the air.
I hadn't tasted my first beer, and most of the jokes went over my head.
The Hindus believed that you led a good life.
Do you come back in an elevated state?
Like Colorado.
Yet, I loved Cheers.
I fantasized that as an adult,
I'd move to Boston and hang out in a place just like that, night after night after night.
The bar's gonna be very sad places.
Some people spend their whole lives in the bar.
Just yesterday, some guy sat right here next to me for 11 hours.
But why did I love Cheers so much?