From an entertainment standpoint, there is no better three-word combo for my family than "free cable preview" (F-C-P)! It's that week when your cable company teases you with a week of viewing pleasure by throwing all their channels at you in their Technicolor splendor (except for Turner Classic Movies, which are in black and white)!
I envision the feeling of euphoria I get whenever we're blessed with FCP must be similar to what an addict gets when they know there's a good time 'bout to happen.
I do realize it's about time the Hildebrandt family stepped out of the 1990s in the world of home entertainment, but making the leap from cable to beaming in a signal from outer space is low on the priority list right now. The minute we buy an HD TV we'll have to make the conversion because our current cable provider doesn't offer HD service...(and you thought my family was behind the times). A cable company not offering HD is like the Vikings without Brett Favre. Both give you illusions of grandeur, but as far as reaching the pinnacle it's merely wishful thinking.
Nonetheless, my cable provider likes to put all its cards on the table a couple times a year offering FCP, in hopes the temptation is tough enough that you'll be enticed to at least order the Starz/Encore package and throw in the Fox Sports package for good measure.
The bad thing about FCP is my family is so "Pavlov"-ed into our current line of channels that straying off course by accidentally clicking on one of the "forbidden" channels (the one's not on our plan, not the naughty ones offered by Showtime and Skin-A-Max) rarely happens. There have been times when we didn't realize we were in the midst of FCP until the last night leaving us feeling cheated and betrayed.
This week Noah and I discovered we were in FCP by pure accident once again, only this time it was on the first night which we reacted to as if the Twins had won the World Series or the Vikings had won the Super Bowl.
We've done our best to enjoy it as much as possible. However, much to my chagrin, I haven't been able to take advantage as much as I would like as I've been away from the house a good portion of every evening this week.
Nonetheless, when the kiddies have gone to bed and Teresa has had her fill of the local news, I get to take over the remote control and spend at least 15 minutes gushing over the plethora of viewing riches at my disposal by scrolling up and down the listings.
It's enough to almost cause sensory overload all the while in the back of my mind I resist those "naughty" channels knowing full well I'm only a thirsty child with cottonmouth away from trying to explain to a half-sleeping child, "Daddy? Why is that guy wrestling with that girl without any clothes on?"
That'd be 'risky business' which begs the question, "is there a Tom Cruise marathon on any of these channels?".
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