At least 13 million viewers tuned into the series premiere of Studio 60 more than a month ago. None too shabby for a show hailed by TV critics as one of the best dramas in television history. But how did we not see such a self-indulgent faux pas as that? Did we really expect an unbiased opinion regarding a television-show-about-television from people who live and die by television? Can you say, The Comeback, anyone? And, be honest. Entourage isn't that good. So, were we duped? Did those little network narcissists try to pull the wool over our eyes and make us actually care about their jobs? We don't make them go to our work. We don't videotape ourselves sitting at a cubicle, checking email and playing minesweeper for eight straight hours. (Well, besides that one guy on YouTube. He ruins it for the rest of us.) Then again, the Rule of 60 would mean that no one besides stand-up comics would get the jokes on Seinfeld. It'd mean no one besides conspiracy theorists would buy into The X-Files. No one besides plane crash survivors would care about Lost, and no one besides, um, Hispanic fashion magazine assistants from Queens would be interested in Ugly Betty. Network execs aren't letting the Rule of 60 bring them down. As the show dwindles to no more than 8 million viewers this episode, they have no plans of canceling Sorkin's baby. The show attracts an educated and rich audience with household incomes of more than $100,000 (kudos, everyone!), and advertisers hope to steal their money (stay strong!) with commercials. Plus, NBC paid a butt load for it. And yet, perhaps it's not the Rule of 60 at allâ€¦ Curses you, David Caruso, for standing so seductively -- with hands on hips -- week after week on CSI: Miami. I blame you.