We open on a shot of the high school gym and a banner which reads: "State Basketball Champions, 1978, Peak County High." The basketball team practices while Irv tells us: "For the town of Everwood, basketball is like kindling. What happens on the court may be small -- insignificant to most -- but it fuels a much larger fire. The Peak County Miners take their game seriously. They've been district champions twice, and for one glorious season twenty-five years ago, they ruled the state." You had me at "kindling," Irv. You had me at "kindling."
The basketball coach, who looks like a poor man's Jeff Van Gundy, tells the team to quit pussyfooting around and play. He doesn't actually say "pussyfooting," but it's better than the sorry trash talk that comes out of his mouth. Irv continues: "But whether or not a title is at stake, they always come to play. Their fans demand it; their fans thrive on it. Let's face it, in the dead of winter, their fans have little else to cling to." Ooh, Colin's there. He's sitting on the bleachers with a stopwatch. His arm's still all slung up. He blows a whistle and calls time. So he's what, the team manager now? Okay.
Bright takes the ball down the court and makes a terrible pass. "Chest pass!" yells Van Gundy. Colin catches the ball and passes it back to Bright, grinning. Van Gundy tells Bright if he keeps playing like that, he might make the girls' field hockey team. Bright says he's on it. Except that he's not. They start to practice again, and Bright continues to suck. Colin calls time again. Van Gundy says some blah blah to the team, then turns to Colin. "Good work today, Hart. You've been a big help. Be back here tomorrow at three." Colin: "Yeah." He dribbles a ball outside into the hall, and stops at the school's trophy case. Colin stares at the case while Irv tells us, "For players and fans alike, the game is a crucible for our dreams..." A crucible? For our dreams? Sure thing, Irv. Colin looks sadly at himself in the previous year's team picture. Irv: "...both those that are realized, and those that go inexplicably awry." Colin starts to walk away, then screams in frustration and hurls the basketball at the trophy case. Xanax, anyone? The glass shatters, Colin storms away, and we fade to the credits.
Exterior shot of the Brown House. In the kitchen, Ephram reads a comic book and wears a very cute t-shirt. Delia asks, "Dad? What's rib-oh-flay-vin?" Treat know-it-alls, "Riboflavin, honey. It's a vitamin. Vitamin B2, actually. It's primary biological function is the regeneration of glutothione." Hee. Ephram: "Uh, good answer." Treat dumbs it down, and tells Delia it helps her grow. Ephram turns to a page in his comic book with a post-it note stuck to it. It has the name "Agatha Schnitzler" on it, and a phone number. Ephram asks his dad if he's trying to set him up again, "'cause she sounds hot." Treat tells Ephram it's the name of a piano teacher. Ephram tells his dad, "You're going to have to stop doing this. You're messing up the resale value on my Manga." Aw. He peels the post-it note carefully away from the page. Treat tells Ephram that he could always use email, or instant messaging. Ephram begs him not to, please. Treat says that "Agatha" comes highly recommended. Ephram: "By who, Gus from the body shop or that drug salesman that gave you all the Prozac pens?" Ephram's funny. Treat tells him to cut it out. Ephram argues that he's not taking lessons from just anyone who happens to own a metronome, and that he'd like a teacher who knows the difference between the black keys and the white keys. Treat says if he doesn't start playing again, that could be him. He says Ephram hasn't been playing, just messing around, and that he's not going to force Ephram to call anyone. Ephram: "Good." Treat asks Ephram when he'll be home. Ephram says he'll be there at the usual time, unless the "schoolyard pusher has some good stuff." Treat laughs a little bit. Ephram leaves.