Taylor gets up on a bench and gives Tim the game ball after a nice little speech about who won the game for them. The boys call on him for a speech, which is unfortunate, because he decides to give a speech "a-boot" being Canadian. Well, not really. He gives a really sweet speech about how he never believed in the "one team, one heart" crap that Coach foists upon them, but now he does. And that everyone knows where the team gets their heart from: Jason. He offers the game ball to Jason who looks up at Tim, I guess trying to "look the son of a bitch in the eye," but Tim is totally making Jason's detective work difficult by being all teary and weepy and melodramatic: "Take it. I love you like a brother, Six. Like a brother." Jason looks into Tim's eyes and is probably fooled by the non-drunken clarity into thinking that he's seeing non-girlfriend-fucking evidence. He takes the ball and then tells the boys to go party. Whooo!
Commercials. Smash's mother tries to console her son in the high school parking lot. His sisters hang back a bit as he tearfully apologizes to his mother. She tells him he's talking nonsense, but he won't listen. He declares that "everybody knows" that he's the family's meal ticket and that he's let them down. Well, actually, mister, your MOTHER is the family's meal ticket and one thing you shouldn't be doing to her is making her feel guilty over how much pressure you feel. He says he needs to be alone and walks away.
Out at the Anti-Homecoming, a DJ spins a kick ass and majorly crowded dance party in the middle of the field. Everybody's doing shots; regular shots, body shots, whatever and I am thankful that I still think this all looks AWESOMELY FUN. I say "thankful," because the other day in the car I found myself shaking my head in concern over these kids today while listening to an NPR report on this new dance craze called "freaking." And when you find yourself doing that? Might as well break out the bedazzled holiday sweaters.