A few months back I was cautiously optimistic about Westworld based on the cast, crew, a love of the "so bad it's good" '70's film and a few leaked production details of an inordinate amount of filmed genitals. (HBO rules.)

It took me a few weeks before I had a chance to really sit down and give the show a shot. 

Here's a pretty accurate depiction once the credits rolled.

I love this show. And I am doing everything in my power to try to temper my expectations for the finale, especially when you have the cast tweeting about how the finale is going to blow our minds right out of our assholes and JJ Abrams on talk shows hamming it up.

So many shows have amazing seasons up until the finale. I am terrified that roughly 90 minutes after I start the finale this Sunday, I'm going to be massively let down. Shows like this — shows that are tightly wound and meant to be slowly unraveled — have a tendency of having a truth in the middle that falls miles short of the promise of the build up.

This show feels different. God I hope so.

OK. Let's talk theories.