Indeed, Emily. It’s a hallelujah moment when we’re back to Tim, Tyra, Matt, the lovable, evil Buddy, and all the other things I treasure about FNL. This episode made me very hopeful about the rest of the season. I especially liked the Smash subplot and how it ties together what happens on the field with what happens off. Smash, who graduated but lost his college scholarship, is having a hard time remembering how to be Smash. Without the Dillon Panthers, he’s just a kid in an Alamo Freeze hat who goes home every night to his mom. And that just about summarizes the driving theme of the show. On the field, class, race, and all the soul-draining realities of life in a small Texas town get benched. But off the field, you can have clear eyes and a full heart and still lose.
Despite their best efforts, Matt, Tyra, and Tim just can’t seem to transcend. Instead of gender differences, what’s emerging strongly this season is, as Emily points out, class differences. All the couples in the show are divided along class lines, setting up lots of potential for good drama. There’s Tyra and Landry, Lyla and Tim, and possibly Julie and Matt again. Emily, you pointed out that great moment in the car where Julie and Matt have such different ideas about what the future holds. Buddy gives us another such moment, when he lectures Lyla about dating Tim: “Tim Riggins going to college is like me teaching yoga classes.” (I’m having trouble getting that image out of my mind, of Buddy Garrity teaching yoga classes. Buddy in downward facing dog. Buddy ohm-ing. Buddy saying “namaste” to his ex-wife in a spirit of love and peace.)
Then, of course, there’s the absolutely awful moment when Tim orders squab, rare, at the dinner with the new freshman quarterback J.D.’s posh Texas socialite family. This was reminiscent of one of my favorite scenes in The Wire, when Bunny Colvin takes Namond and the other kids out to a fancy restaurant, after which they feel ever more alienated from their better selves.
I have high hopes for J.D. in this regard. He turns the Dillon Panthers formula on its head. His father is hellbent on mucking up the field with privilege and influence. He’s a serious test for Coach and for Matt. Can’t wait to see what happens.
One question, though: Does it seem right to you that Tim Riggins would use the word schmooze? Seemed out of place to me. (Ditto their conversations about Google.) It’s not that I think he’s “retarded,” as he puts it. It’s just that until now, the show has been intentionally claustrophobic, locking us in the town, never letting us see what’s on Tim’s TV (unlike, say, Tony Soprano, whose TV is always facing us). So we’ve been led to believe that Dillon reception doesn’t pick up the CW or VH1 or any other channel that might infect teenage lingo.
