It’s been about an hour and a half since I launched into a rage over the series finale of How I Met Your Mother. Pillows (OK, 1) were thrown, people (OK, just friend Amy) were called, and my finger was burned as I attempted to cook my dinner in anger (not an exaggeration at all).
I am much calmer now, and I can safely say that I am not happy with how the show ended.
This post was meant to be a tribute to Ted, a defense of him, really, and that is how it shall remain.
Warning now: SPOILERS ARE LIKELY AHEAD (I’m not going to put them into the post on purpose, but they’re probably going to end up there anyway).