OK, yeah, The West Wing is really going to suck without Aaron Sorkin. Tonight completely hit me upside the head. Not that I didn't see what was coming, but in that it started out as a relatively mediocre episode and then -- WHAM! -- it ended superbly, up there with the best half hours of TV this season. The use of whatever song that was over both the club scene and what was happening at the White House, and then seeing Leo McGarry run -- who knew simply watching John Spencer jog could infuse so much emotion into a scene? -- had me sitting there slack-jawed, heart racing.

Amazing.