The hope for Masters of Sex was that it would have a second season renaissance that would collate the best parts of its first season, and leave the rest in the dust. Masters had a good first season, but none of it came together as beautifully as it did in just its second season premiere. Since then, only “Fight” has really been exceptional, and instead of taking flight, Masters‘ second season has gotten stalled out in some tedium (like the fact that an episode that spanned three years only covered, essentially, one conversation, then ended up back where things started). “Mirror, Mirror” had some great moments (mostly thanks to Flo), but still felt like more of the same. Hit the jump if you’ve been a very naughty orthopedist.