By Matthew Wood
Who wants a beer?
I know the boys down at the firehouse do. They’ve had to deal with the loss of their chief (who put a bullet in his head), the stress of a new probie who plays basketball and fights fires (and not much else), and they’re all dealing with their own personal issues (i.e., gay parents, fiancée problems, the middle name “Leslie”).
So, as the latest episode of RESCUE ME ends, you can’t blame them for kicking back and putting down a few pitchers.
The problem is, they’re not the only ones who want a drink. As we leave Tommy Gavin, he’s sitting in his car, trying to read his AA “bible” and apparently thinking impure thoughts about what he could do to a bottle of Jameson.
I have to admit, I’ve kinda been rooting for Tommy to hit the sauce again. It would add a little spice to an otherwise dull season. But, upon further review, I’m really hoping it doesn’t come to that.
You gotta feel for the guy. He’s got a nameless son that apparently isn’t his. His daughters will barely speak to him. And his (ex-)wife hasn’t left the couch in three days, after realizing her bastard child probably isn’t Tommy’s.
Tommy’s crazy psycho ex-girlfriend is dating a guy who is obsessed with him … I guess that one’s kinda cool. I mean, have you ever had someone make a shrine to you, complete with candles? Neither have I, but I’d like to think it wouldn’t be as creepy as it sounds.
Oh, and did we mention that said crazy psycho ex is lobbying to become the mother of the nameless bastard child? Yeah,
that’s a little awkward — and enough to drive a lesser man straight back to the bottle.
But, I have faith in Tommy. He’s turned the corner (somewhat) and has done his best to become a more responsible father and person. If he slides right now, it could cause a free fall from which he might never recover.
Nobody needs that. The firehouse doesn’t need it, the baby doesn’t need it, the basketball team doesn’t need … well, after seeing Tommy on the court, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Hoops teams aside, this firehouse — hell, this whole show — is teetering on the edge. Don’t fall off that wagon, Tommy. We’ve got nobody else to drive it.
What do you call a player who loses sight of his game and starts ordering people around? How does “Dick” sound? Plus, it’s implied that Jen might not be as stupid as she seems. Huh? Who thinks she’s stupid?