On the cancellation of CSI:Miami

EXTERIOR: A Miami street.

Standing beside a dead body on the ground, but facing ninety degree away from it, is HORATIO CAINE. His cop buddy FRANK approaches.

HORATIO: What have we here, Frank?

FRANK: Single victim. White male. Gun shot wound to the chest.

HORATIO: We need to investigate this, Frank.

FRANK: We can’t, Horatio. It seems that we’ve been put to pasture. They’ve cancelled us, Horatio.

HORATIO: Oh, that’s all right, Frank. Because we[puts on sunglasses]…are gonna cancel them.

SMASH CUT to THE WHO, with Daltrey screaming YEEAAAAHHHHHWWWW!

I’m really going to miss CSI:Miami. It’s not a good show at all, but it’s so gloriously fun in its campiness, it’s so insistent on putting its goofy heart on its sleeve, that I can’t help but love it. It’s been a truly unique show to have around, and my Sunday nights will be a bit emptier without David Caruso, Emily Procter, and the rest of the gang. Thanks for the fun, Horatio Caine! May your Hummer speed around the highways of Miami forevermore!

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2 Responses to On the cancellation of CSI:Miami

  1. Jeremy Bates says:

    Sadly, people believe everything they see on this show, of which at least half of the technology is bogus.

    It sure is/was entertaining, though.

  2. Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness says:

    Can we now please get that ginger bastard out of that harsh sun. He has skin the texture of corned beef. Enough with CARUSO for this lifetime and the next.

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