With six and a half minutes left in the second quarter, the score is 7-0, Tigers. Taylor tells Smash what play they're going to run, and Smash heads out onto the field to relay the instructions to the team. "Hell, no," Voodoo sneers. Over Smash's objections, Voodoo insists, "We gonna win, we gonna play my way." Immediate cut to Buddy Garrity in the stands, cheering on Voodoo. Clever way of making us hate Buddy more, even though he doesn't know what a prick Voodoo's being right now. When the snap comes, Voodoo fades back as Riggins runs along in the clear, his hands held up, waiting for a pass that never arrives. "He's wide open! Hit him!" Taylor roars furiously at Voodoo, but the ringer decides to run the ball his own damn cocky-ass self. And you have to admit that it's a hell of a run as he pivots, shakes off a lineman, bounds over another, and makes it all the way to the end zone for the touchdown. The Panthers cheering section goes wild (including Tami, who doesn't realize her husband's just been totally undermined), and the team celebrates on the field. Taylor just seethes on the sidelines. He calls Voodoo over and bitches, "You run the plays I call, you understand? I give you that one, that's it. That one." Voodoo just tells Taylor to look at the scoreboard. "That one," Taylor repeats. Voodoo keeps pointing at the board and walks off without another word. Clearly he's learned his lesson.
With momentum and some artful editing in their favor, the Panthers keep kicking ass on the field, until there's 1:23 left in the half. On the sidelines between plays, Taylor goes over to Voodoo and is about to dictate the next play to him, but Voodoo just pops his helmet on and walks away, out onto the field. Taylor's left sputtering on the sidelines, ordering Voodoo to come back, but the QB just turns and keeps backing away insolently. Which is even worse: Yes, I hear you, but I don't give a shit. "Seems like a little confusion on the sidelines," the announcer remarks. "What's he doing?" Buddy Garrity wonders from the stands. We don't know if he means Taylor or Voodoo. Tami looks concerned. Voodoo calls his own damn play as his guys get into formation. Taylor just paces the sidelines furiously, running his hand over his head going, "Ooh! Oooh!" He's sooo pissed. Voodoo goes to make his pass, but it blows up in his face as the Tigers make an interception and score a touchdown, free and clear. Oops. Way to go, Voodoo. Taylor's been waiting for an excuse to kick your arrogant ass, and you just tossed him one in a perfect spiral. "Dillon is going to go into the locker room down by a touchdown," the announcer observes. Wow, I wouldn't want to be in that locker room.