He put the notepad away, sighed, and watched J.R. Ewing look like a watercolor painting again.

“It’s a TV, Sheldon. It shows moving pictures. That’s its job.”

George squinted. “It’s too clear. It looks like a soap opera.”

That night, as the family watched fuzzy, comforting 480i again, Sheldon sat in silence. He pulled out his notepad and wrote:

“Look,” Missy said, pointing. “You can see the zipper on his sweater. It’s gross. Change it back.”

“I optimized the signal path,” Sheldon said proudly. “Now we are watching Young Sheldon S01E02 at the correct resolution. Metaphorically speaking. This is actually Dallas .”