I've caught episodes of The Sopranos many times during its long run, but this year I've been o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d. Maybe because it's the final season... I'm a sentimental sap. If this season could be summed up in one word, I'd call it unhinged. Despite the various scenarios Tony has found himself in through the years, the mafia boss always had control. This season, he lost it with his "family" connections called into question. Suddenly he worried people were being disloyal, which made him lose is footing. He never would have killed Christopher, who was like a son to him. But there he was stealing Christopher's last breaths. Last week, his closest goombahs, bro-in-law Bobby and right-hand man Silvio, were whacked. Well, Silvio is still alive, but he's a vegetable. I consider that whacked. The last we saw of Tony, he was laying on a bed in a safehouse, clutching an uzi and trying not to fall asleep. It seemed his days (hours, ninutes) were numbered. Or will Carmela get it? Meadow and the troubled AJ? His widowed sister? I can't wait to see it. Tune in on Sunday night at 9pm on HBO.