Billy practices his speech on Tim's behalf, but keeps stuttering and messing up and saying things like "He's a true American." Mindy stands and listens to her lovable Nacho Man until he realizes she's listening and snaps at her. She tells him that he sounds real good, but he sits down and tells her that he's supposed to memorize this stuff by tomorrow and we all know that Billy doesn't have much hard drive space left over even if you do erase all the Bob Seger lyrics he's got stored in there. Mindy tells him that he's a good brother, but he just gets up and wanders off to stress some more.

Vince approaches Coach in his office. The kid tells him that he knows why he got benched, but he wants back in and he wants to take them to State. Coach tells him that he heard about Oklahoma Tech and Vince just nods his head, yes. Coach tells him that he'll have to work his way back, the team comes first and they don't play to get Vince offers. And then -- because this is a world of grand gestures that we all aspire to in our own small, sad, gesture-less lives -- Vince takes his red jersey out of his bag, slaps it on Coach's desk and declares, "I'm gonna earn it back."

Luke meets with Tami, telling her that he's just trying to be realistic, that he knows that football is probably not going to be the thing for him after graduation. Tami nods and says that she hears him. She tells him that he's not too late, but asks if he's started at all thinking about college applications and Luke -- and here the grandmother in me wants to exclaim "Precious!" -- says that well, no, he hasn't thought much about it, because he figured that he would just go to whatever college football program recruited him. Which, he now realizes, is nowhere. Tami says okay, well what are your interests, what are you good at? And Luke is like, ".....[crickets]...." because the world outside of crazy NYC/fancy suburbs college-focused parenting is one where parents sort of let their kids go free range, asking only that they don't impregnate anyone (ahem, Luke) and don't focus too much on forcing "interests" onto their kids. And, actually, it's the world I came out of and which I guess I respect more, because all it really takes is not SAT tutoring or crazy strategizing, but just a solid "Be good, get good grades, we love you and support you in whatever weird art thing you're doing these days."