Some episodes pass by so quietly, that thinking back I tend to remember them as slightly less interesting than average. And then it turns out that, actually, it’s a really strong episode. I’ve been meaning to get back to the fifth episode of season eight almost since it was on in the autumn, and with our enforced ‘spring break’ before the last three episodes, we had an opportunity to ‘watch again’ last night.
It’s an unusual one in that it made Gibbs smile with happiness. Not just a grin because someone messed up. That’s baseball for you. If you build it he will come, and all that. Even I like Field of Dreams. Still don’t get the baseball, but I have an idea it’s where daddies go out and play catch with their little ones. Like the Davids, Ziva and Eli. Sounds crazy and unlikely, but…
Is there an app for doing your job? Well, there ought to be. Ducky doesn’t care for radio shows where you call in to be berated by a smart aleck host. So you shoot him instead.
Gibbs surprised Abby, and she asked if he intended to give her heart palpitations. ‘What have you got, Abse?’ ‘Heart palpitations.’ Yes.
While we’re on health issues, poor DiNozzo had a sore throat, possibly due to grass and fertiliser. Might be what the bad guys meant by ‘suburban suffering’. Whatever. It made DiNozzo go squeek. Quite sweet.
I happen to live in what must be labelled a ‘gated community’, although it’s not like this one, where your mailman comes to barbecue for ‘the cause’. (Mine, as you recall, stops at putting book parcels in the dustbin.) I have never felt the urge to blow anyone up, or not much.
But I need to learn about this baseball business. It’s apparently enough to send absolutely anyone into a trance. Bright lights over a corner in a field. Kevin Costner. Mark Harmon.