Coach Taylor advises his daughter, "If you think a boy is thinking about you, he's not. He's thinking about sex or he's hungry." And this advice is generally borne out as: Tim beds, or more accurately, "walls" Tyra; a Rally girl confesses to Tami that she's expected to take part in "a three way" with a football player; and Matt Saracen tries to learn how to make girls want what he wants them to want. So Smash isn't the only one high on testosterone. Jason channels his rage at Lyla and Tim into a Murderball scrimmage, but then gets tired of "channeling" and just punches Tim out. Billy and Tim, in a perfect storm of bootcut jeans, plaid shirts, and daddy issues, duke it out all over the Playgirl Ranch because Tim continues to refuse to brush his hair. Okay, maybe those two aren't quite as butch as the rest of them. And I'm not exactly sure what to say about Smash except that he's yet another in a long line of men who make the difficult decision to forego steroids only to have a bunch of church ladies convince him otherwise.
Tim and Billy troll the aisles of the supermarket. Billy's on the phone having some sort of boring work-related crisis. Tim is on the HOT having some sort of hot-related hotness. Ahem. More specifically, Tim is reeling around grabbing things off of shelves, out of the meat case, et cetera, and throwing them into the shopping cart while Billy -- the father figure, get it? -- keeps trying to get him to stop. Billy finally gets off the phone, with a defeated "yes, sir" to whoever he's talking to, and Tim looks at his brother like he just knifed a baby in the street: "You're kidding me, right?" Apparently Billy has put a bag of frozen peas in the shopping cart, and Tim doesn't eat vegetables. Billy suggests to Tim that he start eating better to try and capitalize on his newfound college-level ball talents. First no beer and now peas? Tim's heart is going to explode with all the healthy blood getting pumped through it.
At the checkout counter, we find out that food costs money. This show and its sociological realism! The total comes to $96.50, and Billy starts giving items back to bring the total down a bit. He shaves about ten bucks off the total. But when Tim mindlessly slaps down a magazine (Glamour? Marie Claire? Can't quite make it out), Billy starts to lose it: "We don't have money for that!" Tyra saunters up and tells the boys to calm down, she'll buy the magazine. Tim and Tyra lock eyes, and before Tim even tells his brother to go ahead without him, you know those two'll be getting down in the rotten lettuce out back before long. Which we of course get the good fortune of seeing, Tyra's bare mini-skirted leg hitched up by Tim's groping hands, her cowboy boot dangling, guitars amped up on the soundtrack. And, if I am not mistaken, they are pressed up against the side of truck, just under the words "Ranch Meat." Tasty.
Over at the Depressingly Realistic Rehab Facility, Lyla plays a game of Manage Your Guilt by kissing Jason on various places on his chest and neck and asking him if he feels it. Jason interrupts this heartchilling moment to ask her if something happened between her and Tim. She jerks her head back and exclaims "What?! No!!" a bit too quickly before slowing down and reassuring him that she loves him. Jason takes his cue from the soundtrack that now is the time for tender crying not for angry shouting and he pulls Lyla back toward him and apologizes to her for even asking. She gets all smoochy on him again, but as she finally rests her head on his chest we see each of them looking off into their separate distances, obviously still troubled.