The show opens with grainy home movies projected on the façade of a suburban brick house. Out walks a grownup version of the kid in the films: Billy Crystal. For the next two hours and 20 minutes, he reminisces about that house where he grew up, learned how to hit a curveball, discovered masturbation, entertained his relatives with off-color jokes stolen from the Catskills and spent 700 Sundays with his father--the approximate number the two had together, he figures, before his dad died of a heart attack at the bowling alley when Billy was just 15.
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