It's been more than three weeks since The Shield ended its seven-year run, and I still find myself wanting more. Not just wanting it. Craving it, needing it, willing to do anything for it -- the way one of Vic's CI junkies would gather intel on the One-Niners in the hopes he'll get to trade it for a taste of the sweet liquid heaven of Maxwell's Silver Hammer.

The ending isn't my problem. In fact, it's one of the better series endings I've seen in my lifetime. The show didn't go out all guns a blazin' in a fiery final showdown, with Shane or Vic waking up next to Suzanne Pleshette and realizing the entire season was just a dream that took place in an autistic child's snow globe.