Sure Bonanza had Hop Sing and Gunsmoke had whores, but this networkís horse opera of choice is Maverick, a show that brought a fresh tongue-in-cheek approach to the overworked western genre. But weíll only run the episodes with James Garner and Jack Kelly as brothers Bret and Bart, not the ones with Roger Moore as sissy cousin, Beauregard.

The life and times of Homer Simpson, the modern day every man - only heís yellow and more stupid. But at least the writers are smart and they fill each episode of this animated sitcom with more hip references than you can shake a stick at. (Believe me, Iíve tried.)

Thought provoking, insightful, cerebral - these are just some of the words one might not use to describe Monty Pythonís Flying Circus. It is, however, a British program and, unlike some highbrow offerings from the mother country such as Brideshead Revisited or The Two Ronnies, it will make you laugh. Its summer replacement series is Fawlty Towers, a situation comedy that was created by, and stars, the tallest member of the Python group, John Cleese. It, too, will make you laugh, unless of course, youíre from Barcelona.

The bickering siblings win out over Ed Sullivan when it comes to my choice for a Sunday night variety program because of this showís irreverent approach to comedy and, unlike "Old Stone Face," Tom and Dick were against censoring the rock musicians who appeared as guests. Besides, if this show had stayed on the air long enough, we may have had Pat Paulson as our first President from Hollywood instead of Ronald Reagan.

The Sopranos is well written, well acted, and it has Little Steven in it. What more could you want? Oh yeah, topless babes dancing on the bar of the Bada Bing Club. Now thatís entertainment! And while these Jersey wiseguys take a summer vacation, another favorite cult show will take over their territory until the heat dies down. Patrick McGoohan is The Prisoner and I bet Iím not the only one who snickers whenever someone tells him, "I am number 2."