This reminds me of the very last episode of MASH. I was just a young pup then, but I remember how big a deal it was. We got to stay up until 9:00 to see Klinger say his goodbyes.
I was obviously wearing an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time, and my dad kept yelling about how the onion stunk up the whole house. Since I never wanted to offend anyone I threw it out and got a fresh onion. That weekend we watched the Giants lose to the Cowboys, and sure enough my dad blamed the onion.
I sure will miss the show, but I guess this will give me the time to finish my thesis and force my wife to call me doctor. At least my dad can't blame this on the onion. Then again, the onion does smell pretty bad right about now.