Confessions of a Doctor Who fan…

My name is Sam Hall, and I watch Doctor Who.

There, I said it. I’m a fan of Doctor Who. Growing up, I loved the original series. Tom Baker, of course, was my favorite, but it was actually Peter Davison who I saw the most.

I came late to the new series, which started three years ago as a BBC show ported to the Sci-Fi Channel for American viewers.

Flipping channels one afternoon a while back, I came across the distinctive theme. It was just a couple of episodes in on a marathon of the first season of the new series, starring Christopher Eccleston.

Eccletson, of course, lasted only one season. Just as I was getting accustom to the new Doctor Who, the end of the marathon threw me for a loop when Eccleston regenerated into David Tennant.

“Isn’t that just my luck,” I thought. “I’ll probably hate the new guy.”

Wrong. So wrong. Tennant is my new favorite Doctor. And while I know the fact that I get all giddy about having a new favorite portrayer of a childhood icon marks me as a bit on the geek side of things, I truly do not care.

I’ve seen every episode of the new series, save the two Christmas specials that began seasons 2 and 3. My uncle (actually Tara’s uncle, but who’s counting…) and I even bought an old series of Tom Baker and had a marathon a few Saturdays ago.

Season 4 begins on April 11 on the Sci-Fi Channel. And while others may be out partying, I’ll have just put my children to bed as I settle back into my office chair and watch Doctor Who.

Why not watch it in the comfort of my big, cushy chair in the living room, you might ask? Because my wife thinks Doctor Who is stupid, and she won’t watch it with me.

Shows what she knows!