The first thing I should say is that this isn't really our TV. We're babysitting it for a few weeks while its actual owner shops for an apartment big enough to store its awesome girth. (Here's a suggestion, Mark: GROUND FLOOR.) Let's see how many days it takes us to be sorry that we agreed to take it.

Certain people might accuse me of a bit of thunder-stealing, but I swear it was entirely a coincidence. When an overly caffeinated friend abruptly threatens to stuff a 65 inch TV into your living room, you don't have a lot of time to hem and haw. You gotta just go with it.