“I’m not a cowboy and you’re not a gangbanger crack head.” –Brandon Walsh
Sup, Friends!
This episode starts where the last one left off, Brandon and Mr. Walsh playing basketball. There is a painfully slow montage of basketballs flying into hoops that makes you wonder why people didn’t just change the channel right away. Those who did make it through the montage were rewarded at least. Check out the pit stains on Dad.
Tryouts for the West Beverly basketball team are coming up and Brandon is going to try out. He was quite the athlete back in Minnesota if you’ll recall. Brenda comes outside in a huffy because Brandon is always running late to school. She’s calls him Magic and then runs inside to bitch to Mom. She wants her own car so that she can take control of her own destiny. Bitch doesn’t even have a license.
During the ride to school, Brenda bitches to Brandon about his driving. It’s too slow, they’re always late…wah, wah, wah. She needs to chill the fuck out. I think she’s still holding a grudge because Brandon cashed in his v-card last week to some chick that wasn’t her.
At school, Brenda has a weird exchange with Kelly and Donna in the courtyard. I’m pretty sure the only words exchanged were “so” and “byee.” Yes, byee. The transformation is nearly complete. In fact, Andrea agrees. She tells Brandon that Brenda has gone totes Beverly Hills. She also squashes his dream of playing basketball by telling him he’s too short. Good one, Andrea, that’ll really get him to want to bang you.
Speaking of dream squashers, Steve is back in this episode. I knew it was too good to last. He’s trying out for the team too, and is there to give us lots of info on the team and the other hopefuls. Ready? OK, go.
- The West Beverly High School team is the greatest basketball team to ever exist. Forget the Lakers, forget the Celtics, forget Michael Jordan’s Chicago Bulls.
- The West Bev crew have been champions 4 years in a row.
- The black kids are all extremely good. Insert stereotype joke here.
- There’s no point trying out because the team is fixed in advance.
Steve also passes along this gem about himself, “(The coach) practically told me, I’m practically a lock.” Yeah, maybe for the girls team.
Meanwhile, in a scene that would make Danica Patrick weep, Brenda fantasizes about being a racecar driver.
She tries to lie about flunking drivers training when signing up for lessons, but her classically New York Jewish teacher can’t be fooled. C’mon! She’s already failed the class three times. She should probably invest in a bus pass.
At the tryouts, Brandon faces off against Steve and makes him look like the little pussy that he is, stealing the ball and completing an assist. He even scores some baskets. Brandon is amazing at basketball.
The instructor takes Brenda to practice driving in a parking lot with cones as a guide. She’s so happy he’s her teacher. He should look out. He’s about the right age and profession for an oncoming Brenda romance.
Back at West Bev, the results of the tryouts are posted: Brandon made it to round two and Steve did not. This decision sets Steve’s beaver on FIRE. He starts ranting about how all the minorities in the school don’t actually live in West Beverly. There is a special program they use to attend certain classes. Rigging in athletics!? This is completely unheard of. Steve is so angry he tells Brandon, “you can quote me on that!” Of course Brandon is going to write an article about it. He is an investigative journalist after all. And very impressionable!
That night, Brenda has It-Girl-Kelly-Taylor over for dinner. Dad is busy giving Brandon a pep talk about being a winner which really pisses Brenda off. What a mood she’s been in lately! I don’t know guys, I think she really did take all that Cheryl nonsense rather hard. That, or she really is just a little bitch. She and Kelly totally split from the table and retreat to the kitchen.
While Kelly totally takes advantage of the Walshs hospitality by making a lengthy phone call to her gigolo, Brandon comes in and tells Brenda to get off his balls.
After Brandon leaves, Brenda studies Spanish while Kelly shops in a catalogue. Kelly wants Brenda to go on a blind date to the Janet Jackson concert with some rich loser she likes to use for his money. At least they’ll be going in a limo. Brenda says no. Kelly storms off to the bathroom to check her makeup.
From inside the bathroom, she hears Brandon talking to himself. She spies on him acting like a four year old pretending to play basketball for the Lakers. He notices her watching and they exchange a look. Oh, it’s on.
At school the next day, David starts telling people about the flu he had last week. I think maybe the writers thought he needed to be in the episode just to earn his paycheck this week. It makes no sense except to infer that David is an attention whore.
Steve finds Brandon on campus and tells him about how much he loves Larry Byrd and the Celtics even though he is a Los Angeles native. “Us Irish guys have got to stick together, you know how it is.” Um, yeah, Steve, we know how it is. I’m starting to think Steve is a little bit racist.
In tech class, Brandon witnesses one of the black all star basketball players, James, getting an extension on his homework. That, compounded with Steve’s racist influence leaves Brandon feeling all hot and bothered.
He confronts Andrea and tells her about the rigged Applied Learning program and how these kids are from out of district so they shouldn’t even be there. He wants her to write an article about it. Andrea gets all huffy and tells him this is about race. Hey, remember that episode where Brandon follows Andrea’s bus for like 7 hours? Yeah she’s from out of district too! Isn’t the mark of a good journalist knowing your audience? Andrea delivers us a line that was almost the dopest quote of the episode, “Steve Sanders is a spoiled slut who doesn’t come close to being a credible news source.” Best thing that dork has ever said.
Brandon begs her to write it anyway and she’s so hopelessly hot for him that she agrees.
In Brenda’s second lesson, she starts to feel comfortable driving... until she gets into an accident. She thought she had driven by Henry Winkler and was distracted. Maybe the teacher shouldn’t have pointed him out? And anyway, wasn’t Fonzie old in the 70’s?
Dad shows up at the second round of tryouts, thoroughly embarrassing Brandon. If only he was wearing that teal tracksuit, it could have been really special. After the tryout we learn that Dad talked to the coach, who said he was very impressed with Brandon. That’ll look great for Brandon if he’s picked over everyone else.
Andrea waits creepily in distance while Brandon says goodbye to his dad. She has some very important news. She discovered that there are no records for James in the Applied Learning program. Not only is not a citizen of West Bev, he never took the required math and reading placement test to get in. He has no GPA! Talk about a scandal!
Brandon confronts James about the fixing. James tells him that he wouldn’t care about any of this if James was white. Now there’s a race issue in the 90210.
Back at home, Mom and Dad get ready for a big night out on the town. Dad reminisces about his good ol’ championship basketball days. He’s thinking so hard he doesn’t even remark on Mrs. Walsh’s swanky new dress. Damn, Mother Walsh! Where you been hiding that body?
Brandon makes a remark in passing about going to work the late shift that night. When Mr. Walsh gets upset, Brandon reminds him that he needs to earn money for his car insurance. Dad’s true colors are about to come out now. He tells Brandon that he will pay the car insurance if Brandon makes the team. He then goes on to say that student athletes deserve a little more for all the extra work they put in. This completely outrages Mom. Brandon ponders this new knowledge of his dad.
After Brandon takes his bike to work, Brenda receives a phone call from Kelly. She needs rescuing. The concert was cancelled and her date is a drunk. Brenda reminds Kelly that she doesn’t have a license. Kelly don’t care. If Brenda doesn’t show up, friendship over.
Brenda decides to take Brandon’s car, which we’ve learned has a name: Mondale. That’s right history buffs, Brandon named his car after Walter Mondale, the man from Minnesota who may have been one of the worst vice presidents of these here fifty states. Ironic, that the rolling turd was named after one.
While driving Mondale Turd, Brenda tries talking to herself to calm her nerves. She’s doing fine until the car runs out of gas. Seriously? How did she not realize the car was low on gas!? There’s a handy little light that tells you when you’re low! Hey, here’s a thought. Maybe that’s why Brandon rode his bike to work! Honestly, this show!
Brenda walks to the nearest gas station to get some gas, but after she talks to the attendant, she realizes she left her wallet at home! Instead of telling her that nothing is free in this world, he says, “Things happen,” and then follows her back to the car with some gas. He probably thought he’d get to bone her. When they get back though, the car is gone. Holy shit! Someone stole the rolling turd!
Brandon stops by the public library on his way home from work and spots James alone at a table studying. Brandon confronts him again and James gets all defensive. He tells Brandon that his father works at the West Beverly City Library, which gives him the right to use the library facility and any other government entities in the district. Wow, Brandon, don’t you look like an asshole. James isn’t even part of the applied studies program! Brandon wants James to know that he isn’t rich. either, thinking they have a bonding point. James says it doesn’t matter because Brandon is still white and then calls him a racist. Can’t blame him for that one. Just because you’re black, doesn’t mean you can’t live in a rich neighborhood.
After that stressful and emotionally draining encounter, Brandon comes home to discover that his beloved Mondale Turd has been thieved! What a night. He handles it way too calmly though, not even raising his voice or throwing any kind of tantrum. Isn’t he supposed to be Brenda’s twin? Dad tells him to only worry about the tryout, they’ll get him another car. That statement only pisses Brandon off more. He’s sick of all these double standards and stereotypes!
He goes to Brenda’s room for some sweet loving comfort and finds out that this whole thing was her fucking fault! She swears she’ll pay him back as long as he doesn’t tell mom. Is that a fucking joke? Brandon calls her out on all her selfish bullshit telling her the only thing she cares about is Kelly and Beverly Hills and frankly he’s bored. Brenda explains, “How was she supposed to know the car was low on gas?” Brandon tells her she’s a fucking useless waste of space and there’s a gas gauge.
In a moment maybe just as infuriating, Brenda has an epiphany of why she’s afraid to drive. That’s what she’s thinking about in this moment? Someone’s mom got into an accident when she was little and then Brenda couldn’t go over to play with the kid for a while. What an asshole.
She apologizes to Brandon about the basketball tryouts and he tells her to stop being a shallow bitch.
The next day, Brandon finds himself alone in the gym with James. They start practicing together and put all their shit on the table. Brandon admits that he wanted to believe the worst of James so that he had a better shot of making the team, not because James is black. He never had to deal with racial issues like this in Minnesota. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t grow up on a coast.
Brandon then delivers the dopest quote of the episode, “I’m not a cowboy and you’re not a gangbanger crack head. We’re just two guys from the same school, battling for the same spot on the same team.” They’re so similar!
James says Brandon is great and they play one on one. Everything’s cool.
Brenda is still fixated on this driving thing and thinks she’s incapable of learning. Her teacher, still scarred from the last outing tells her to try walking. She makes him take her driving anyway. What a selfish asshole.
Brandon tells Andrea there is no story. The black kids and Brandon are cool now. They share nods across the courtyard. Out of nowhere, Steve shows up and says, “Don’t let them intimidate you. This is our school.” Brandon replies, “Only in your mind, Steve.” He forgets to add, “And you’re a racist.”
Mr. Walsh makes it home from work in the daylight hours and finds the family having a picnic. Brandon tells him he made the B team and that he is sorry. Dad tells him that he is proud anyway.
During this loving exchange, the rolling turd shows up. It wasn’t stolen, it was towed! Since, ya know, Brenda left it in an intersection. She also left the keys in the ignition. Her keychain. Busted. What a dumbass.Also to note, boy does the turd look a little different than it did in episode one!
Until next time, byeeee!
G