I liken the season finale of The Sopranos to the NBA Finals of recent years.

Once Michael Jordan retired, the Western Conference Finals served as the de facto NBA championship. The West's dominance made the actual NBA Finals, up until this year, anti-climactic. Similarly, the pre-finale episode of The Sopranos was so good that last night's season-farewell show couldn't help but disappoint a little.

"All my choices were wrong," Tony confesses. Then he goes ahead and kills his own cousin, which not only fails to appease Johnny Sack and Phil Leotardo but proves unnecessary when the New York crime family gets taken down by the feds in a well-done scene.

After Tony's parting insult to Johnny Sack that ended the previous episode, I was hoping for Sack or Leotardo to sleep with the fishes. They appear to be going to jail, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that I wanted some "mob justice" for Phil Leotardo--whose likability exceeds only all-time Sopranos lowlife Richie Aprille--and not courtroom justice. There's always next season.