Luke, Hastings and Tinker try to get Jess to tell them what she knows about Coach Taylor leaving East Dillon. She's like, "Uh, my breasts do not receive gossip messages via satellite, guys." Taylor comes out and they start hectoring him a bit, asking if he's leaving. Coach, getting into his truck, tells them he's just planning on going home right now. They go back and forth a little bit as Coach sits in his truck. He tells them that, besides the playoffs, he doesn't really have any other plans.

At home, Tami marvels over a real estate listing included in the Shane State offer package. Basically, it looks like they could live in Blanch Devereaux's house, plus pool. Which is to say, my own personal wet dream. Tami is on my same wavelength, totally excited about this offer now that she sees a bit of what their life would look like there. She asks how long the contract is for and Eric says three years with a two year option. "We could do three years with that pool, couldn't we, Gracie Bell?" Eric sits on the edge of the couch, adding "domestic happiness" to the "pro" list in his mind.

Commercials. Buddy -- now wearing a pineapple-print Hawaiian shirt -- greets Vince with one of those fancy handshakes in the East Dillon parking lot. He tells Vince that all the players are going to say a little something about Coach Taylor at the Athletic Banquet, but Vince says that he doesn't think Coach cares what he has to say. Buddy quietly tells Vince to stop feeling so sorry for himself. He tells him that, even if he didn't start last week, he is one of the leaders of the team, the heart of the team. It's something Vince needs to hear, as frustrating as that sort of teen self-centeredness is.

Luke and Becky frolic in the late afternoon light on the football field. Luke's legs pretty much go on for miles in those Wranglers. She walks the fine, flirty line between girlishly helpless and strong womanhood and he tackles her gently. "Unfair size advantage" she coos....except when they stand up they are actually almost exactly the same size, thanks to fashion and capitalism and the way men are now subject to their own damn gaze, hooray! She asks if Luke is going to "do the whole college football thing" and Luke looks down and earnestly acknowledges "probably not." He realizes that other people are better and nobody wants him. "I want you," Becky says. But seriously, thank god for this show and how it makes its teenagers actually reckon with a world that doesn't just hand shit out to people.