Commercials. Taylor has Reyes in his office. He yells at him for lying and for putting him in the position he did. Reyes begs and pleads, but Coach tells him to pack up his stuff, that he's off the team. Taylor tells him that he believes in him, but that he can't do anything further for him. He suggests that he go to the guidance counselor (Wifey Shout Out!) and work on his anger problems. Reyes gets up and leaves, Taylor leans back, and his mussed hair is like "It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it."

Out on the field, Matt wears the red shirt, while Voodoo is wearing the yellow shirt that marks defense. On one play, Voodoo effortlessly knocks Matt's pass to the side, then runs over to Taylor to complain about Taylor making him play defense: "With all due respect, sir, I got a state ring sitting in my drawer and it isn't for playing defense." Taylor basically tells him to shut up and play. The camera pans in on Voodoo's frustrated face.

In the Taylor Bed of Healthy Marital Relations, Tami snuggles up real close to her husband to tell him that Bobby Reyes came in for counseling. She's real pleased. And just when Coach Taylor is looking to make her even more pleased, there's a knock at the door. Cut outside. Oh, god, talk about a cold shower. It's Jack of All Fats, Buddy Garrity. Eric comes to the door in his boxers with skinny little stick legs. Buddy apologizes for the hour, asks him what the deal with Reyes is, but then launches right in to the big ticket item: "I came because Voodoo is gone. He's gone back to Looziana." He continues, telling Taylor that before he left, Voodoo told a reporter that he only lived in Dillon for two weeks before suiting up and that with this documentation, Buddy's Sports Judge buddy can't help them out anymore. "Arnett Mead? It's a forfeit. It's a loss. Season's over." And then a really suspicious and somewhat sheepish look from Buddy: "Or it could be over!" Couple his odd bearing with the fact that he wouldn't tell Taylor where he was getting this information, and I smell a rat. Whereas usually, where Buddy is concerned, I simply smell a jerk.

Depressingly Realistic Rehab Facility is seemingly not quite so depressing after the joy ride. Lyla wheels Jason toward the door where Jason's friendly Gay Physical Therapist awaits them with a fabulous sigh. "I sincerely hope you guys had a good time." Jason says they did. Lyla hands over Jason's belt and G.P.T. pulls Jason's wheelchair up the ramp backwards. As he does, Jason kisses one gimpy hand toward Lyla, and she returns the gesture, "Love you, baby." Jason and G.P.T. disappear into the Depressingly Realistic hallway as G.P.T. tells him that "next time you want to fly over the cuckoo's nest, just tell me." Lyla immediately turns to Tim once the doors close and says "He can never know what happened between us." Everybody's All-Purpose Bad News Boyfriend Ryan Adams is crooning in the background to underline the bad-boy nature of their fling. Tim replies with the most economical charisma (seriously, this boy's grunts are like the equivalent of Kirsten Dunst's dimples), "I know. I get it. I'll miss you Lyla." And when he says the latter, his eyebrows raise up just a little bit and THE HEAVENS THEY OPEN AND ANGELS FLY OUT OF THE BUTTS OF CHERUBS. Tim tells Lyla he'll give her a ride to her car.