Months later on a whim, I wrote my first pilot screenplay that I describe as "Cheers meets The Fugitive". I didn't realize at the time, but I was processing my breakup through comedy, through the lens of the first thing that made me happy after. I love Cheers. I love George. Rest in Peace.

It can't be overstated that this is because George Wendt was a genuine master at comedy. It's an overused expression, but he could read the phone book and I'd laugh. Over 11 seasons, not ONCE did I grow tired of his schtick. Cheers became my favorite show ever, and Wendt was instrumental in that.

I fell in love with every member of that cast instantly, but couldn't get over Norm. Every episode he got the ubiquitous greeting from the bar, a perfectly set-up question from Sam, Coach, Diane or Woody, and he dinged the punchline out of the park. Every. Single. Time. I felt genuine joy seeing him

On it.

If you're not already referring to season 3, you'll be delighted to know the main conflict is "what if another guy were even bigger?"