Alright, folks, picture this: I’m Bud Bundy, the king of awkward family moments, narrating the pilot where my old man Al, that shoe salesman with a heart of gold and a brain of mush, gets stuck choosing between a Bulls game and meeting the perky new neighbors, Steve and Marcy, who are so upbeat it’s like they’re selling Amway instead of just moving in. Meanwhile, Mom Peg’s too lazy to care, and I’m the kid who trips over his own feet trying to look cool. It’s all sarcasm and bad hair, but hey, that’s our Bundy way—stuck in Chicago with dreams of escaping to anywhere but here.