Commercials, then Tyra. She's waking up in Connor's hotel bed, presumably having been sexed-up L.A.-style the night before. Aaand she's alone. She calls Connor's name worriedly a couple of times, and then he comes in from the hallway, all dressed up in his suit and neatly-knotted tie, although he still hasn't shaved. He smiles and offers her breakfast, holding up a sad little brown paper bag. She sits up and returns the smile as he says, "Someone should enlighten this town about room service." He opens the drapes and stands looking out with his back to her as she looks in the bag and observes, "Looks like it's just for one person." Connor says he has to catch his plane. Wow, breaking up with someone by McMuffin? Cold. He sits down next to her and gives her his little speech about how she's a great girl, which she's really not in the mood for. He stops talking so as not to make it worse. But then he makes it worse anyway, saying he's "involved." As in, he's in a serious relationship with someone in L.A. Wow, and I thought he was just a sleazeball. Turns out he's actually a scumbag. Tyra shakes her head and bravely calls it a "one-time thing," lying that she has a boyfriend herself. Connor's gotta skate, in any case, and she keeps up her brave front as he walks to the door. Camera Obscura's "We Gotta Get Out of This Country" (not that I knew that -- thank you, closed captioning!) starts up as Tyra, alone again, looks bereft and empty and like she's not getting out of any country any time soon.

At Casa Taylor, Tami's in the kitchen chattering on about chocolate-covered blackberries or some such to Julie when Taylor comes in all dressed and still flushed from the previous night's victory. "Hey, you know what I like about me?" he says. "That you're married to someone as fantastic as me?" Tami guesses. Got it in one. He macks on her at the coffee machine, suggesting dinner, movie, and some bow-chicka-bow that evening. "Inappropriate!" Julie protests. "Eating breakfast!" Coach heads right out to some meeting or other, because he doesn't even get Saturdays off, I guess. Tami calls after him, "Tell Buddy Garrity... he can shove it."

Matt wakes up and hauls himself out of bed. He's got some nasty scrapes and bruises on his left side and elbow, presumably from that last block he threw during last night's game. He examines them, and smiles like they're badges of pride. And rightly so.

Panthers radio is chattering away, congratulating Taylor on his glorious victory as we see him at the gas station, filling up and cleaning his windows and accepting the handshakes and hugs of all who approach. When he arrives at school, he's got a gauntlet of grateful Panther fans to run on his way into the school. He thanks them all humbly, never letting it show that he knows damn well how fast all these people will turn on him if he loses six days from now.