The Pitt put Dr. Robby through the wringer again. His warpath throughout PTMC’s halls in season 2 sent him to his breaking point, and this time it felt like we were watching his last day in emergency medicine. But if you’ve been keeping up with the award-winning HBO medical drama, then you know that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. Below, senior entertainment editor Brady Langmann breaks down why The Pitt tried to turn us against Dr. Robby—and how one clue about his past finally unlocked his brief heel turn. After this, you just may see him in a whole new light.
—Josh Rosenberg, editor, news & entertainment
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The conclusion of the medical drama's sophomore effort brings pain, relief, drama—and, yes, fireworks.
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Well over three months after The Pitt season 2 debuted on HBO Max, we've finally reached its end: 9:00 P.M. And while the season 1 finale was a (necessary) cooldown after PittFest mass casualty event, with the crew enjoying beers in Allegheny Commons Park, season 2's conclusion is filled with pain, relief, drama—and, yes, fireworks. Especially if your name is Michael Robinavitch, and you sadly feel as if you're saying goodbye to your coworkers forever.
Robby's final hour at PTMC—maybe even for the last time, we're led to believe for much of the episode—is understandably the main focus of the season 2 finale. But we're also treated to a delightful glimpse of the Dr. Abbot-led night shift crew (hooah!), a true calling for Dr. Javadi (Shabana Azeez), and the revelation that the cornfed Huckleberry (Gerran Howell) loves himself some funk.
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Deep down, I’ve always been a Keen guy, always been from a Keen family; I just needed some reminding. My first hiking boots? Keen. The work boots my brother, an electrician, wears? Keen. The shoes I slip on to run to the grocery store? Keen Uneek. While these days I’m typically in cowboy boots, Chelsea boots, or cheap sneakers to work out in. I wasn’t dying for a Keen sneaker release. But that changed when I slipped on one of its latest pairs.
A pair made its way to my desk, as style products do in this job. I took them for a stroll around the office, felt good. I wore them to the gym in our office building a few times. They’re much better than my beat up Chuck Taylors on the treadmill, but they’re fashion sneakers, really. Once I brought them home, they became my go-to errand-running shoe, then my neighborhood shoe. And now? They’re my do-everything shoe. Turns out, the KM2 Joggers got me. They got me hook, line, and sinker.
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Beautiful artwork can inspire you to pour a glass, but what’s inside still has to taste good.
The whisky is distilled inside a building that itself is a work of art. The grass-roofed structure rises from the Speyside’s rolling hills and valleys like something that’s a cross between an art installation and a spacecraft. It is stunning to behold. I felt like I was inside a movie when the building first came into view.
Inside, lead whisky maker Euan Kennedy and master whisky maker Kirsteen Campbell oversee a team of eight. Kennedy talks about casks as objects with stories still being written.
"We look at every cask multiple times in its lifetime," he explains as we stand in one of the dunnages, the Scottish term for whisky warehouses. Literal piles of casks surround us. “Every single cask gets looked at a minimum of two times. A 12 year double cask, or a 25 year Sherry Oak; they all get the same level of care. Same intention.” A staggering volume of work, considering there are more than 250,000 casks patiently waiting in The Macallan’s dunnages.
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