I haven’t watched ER on any kind of regular basis for years. I started losing interest after Dr. Mark Greene — wonderfully played by Anthony Edwards of Top Gun fame — died of a brain tumor in Season Eight, leaving Noah Wyle’s Dr. John Carter as the only remnant of the show’s original cast. Nothing against any of the actors who rotated into County General as the old folks left, but I just never found any of the newer characters as compelling as the first group. Also, while the really over-the-top “event” episodes were still in the future (I think… it’s hard to recall quite what happened when, considering I haven’t seen many of these episodes in years), the show was already evolving toward sensationalistic (and frequently ridiculous) sweeps-week plotlines and a tangled soap-opera-esque preoccupation with who was hooking up with whom in between patients. (Honestly, was there any woman around that hospital that Luka didn’t have a go at? Maybe Kerri Weaver, but that’s only because she turned out to be a lesbian…)
And yet, I never did give up entirely on the show. I kept tuning in from time to time, even after I’d reached the point of not knowing the names of any of the characters anymore, and I was thinking of them only as “John Stamos,” “the Rock and Roll Kid,” “Red-head Dude with the Beard,” and “Cute Nurse with the Big Watchband.” Oh, and, of course, Neela, whose name stuck because I thought she was a babe. I guess I took the show for granted; I always knew that if I couldn’t think of anything better to occupy my attention on Thursday nights around 9 PM, well, there was always ER.