Needless to say, I’ve watched every episode of Tom vs. Time obsessively. And maybe just because I’m already so invested in it spiritually and emotionally or something I somehow missed the obvious similarities to Top Gun‘s “Playing with the Boys” scene, the most homoerotic moment in the history of cinema. Seriously, I once saw Michael Douglas have intercourse with Matt Damon in Behind the Candelabra and it wasn’t as full of hot manlove as that beach volleyball game.
And now thanks to this I’m appreciating the Brady doc on a whole other level. I’m like Quentin Tarantino in Sleep With Me:
Brady is Maverick. Alex Guerrero is Goose. Julian Edelman is Iceman. Danny Amendola is Viper. Or Kelly McGillis. Josh McDaniels is Viper. It doesn’t matter. The point is, this has opened my mind to what is really being said. It’s a story about my struggle with my own Bradysexuality. And I’m seeing it in a whole new light. Now I’m starting to think maybe the mouth kiss is in the wrong scene. Mind. Blown.
P.S. It’s a random thought, but the fact our Olympic Men’s Beach Volleyball Team’s uniforms aren’t shirtless jeans and aviators is the most unAmerican thing in this country.