The reason these shows came to an end - no more good stories to tell - still holds true. The rebooted characters are stuck in endless loops with nowhere to go, like Grace with her hot mess of a love life and Murphy self-righteously tilting at windmills.
So why not luxuriate in reruns from a show's heyday? In its 11 seasons, "Frasier" was a gem that busted sitcom formats. Celebrities, such as Halle Berry and Helen Mirren, voiced woebegone callers to Dr. Frasier Crane's radio talk show. The show brilliantly embraced farce in a way few sitcoms have, like the bed-hopping ski lodge episode, in which Frasier's brother, Niles (David Hyde Pierce), was chasing his father's caregiver, Daphne (Jane Leeves), who was chasing a gay ski instructor, who was chasing Niles.
And the writers dashed off the cleverest lines. Reflecting on his sporting abilities, Niles once said: "The only thing we Crane boys are skilled at catching are sarcastic nuances and the occasional virus."
So maybe some of the reruns seem familiar. But there also is the thrill of discovering a previously unseen episode (or maybe it's just that one's memory is lapsing ...).
The only problem with rediscovering "Frasier" is that earworm of a theme song, sung by Grammer. I now have an insatiable craving for tossed salad and scrambled eggs.