Dear Jerry,
Hmmm. You say I’m missing all the double entendres and symbolism, but rather than beat a dead horse, I’ll just say I’m ignoring them in favor of the real action.
As for my craving too much blood and guts, I’ll take Tony B. shooting Billy and Philly any day over Tony Soprano watching Tony B. shoot Philly with a cocked finger. Or over watching Tony run through the streets with a horde of past, present, and future dead people chasing him. Like you said, this IS The Sopranos we were watching last night—and what this Jerry will be watching next week—not Shakespeare or some cockamamie rendition of King George III’s Days of Wine and Roses.
Take care,
Jerry
