The crowd -- everyone in blue shirts -- meanders out of the stadium joyfully. Matt meanders out mournfully. His father takes a stab at reassuring him, telling him that he'll get 'em next time. Matt mutters, "You're sending me to Oklahoma." His father callously says "You can play football anywhere." Matt turns away from him and tells his father to go to hell. His father says, "What?" And Matt says it again, "Go to hell, dad!" In front of the crowds leaving, Matt tells his father to go back to Iraq. Henry acts like he's five years old, retorting, "Really? You callin' me all the time?" and then makes fun of his son feeling overwhelmed about not knowing how to take care of a senile old woman. Real nice, pops. Julie and Tami have rolled up in time to see this familial meltdown, and Matt and Henry start literally screaming at each other about who's got it harder. Henry tries to grab Matt and force him in the truck, but Matt refuses. He calls out to his dad to let him know when he goes back to Iraq. When Henry condescendingly asks where Matt's going to go, Matt says he doesn't know. Julie goes to Matt and puts her arm around him, pulling him away from his father.
Crucifictorius show at The Broken Spoke. Which is truly an Austin-style weirdo rock show. Three people stand around watching Landry eat the microphone, and I suppose we are to deduce that his inarticulate screamo is somehow having to do with the Lord. They're pretty good, as far as Christian screamo goes. Tim walks in as they wrap up one song and slow claps a bit. Landry is happy to see him. Tim tells him, "That was some intense stuff, some intense stuff, man." He then tells Landry that he showed up to tell him that he got a B-minus. Perhaps not quite as nice as showing up selflessly, but whatevs. Landry is pleased, and Tim tells him that he appreciates his help. Tim apologizes that he missed the last bit of the set, but Landry assures him that there's another set coming up. He tells him to stand right up front and then shows Tim how he's supposed to head bang. Landry is wearing a Crucifictorius t-shirt, and I beg any fan out there with access to Photoshop and some iron-on transfers to get on that shit. The t-shirt is the coolest thing I've ever seen.