Speaking of Jess's dad, Coach Taylor and his ragtag bunch of boosters are eating brisket at Ray's Bar-B-Q. Coach, single-fathering for the time being, has Gracie on his knee. They shoot the shit, and talk turns to Buddy Garrity's attempts to sell advertising during the radio broadcast of the game. Coach moans about how annoying Buddy's being with the radio stuff, but Deacon says he bought 60 seconds, "And I'm a preacher!" Coach calls out to Virgil behind the counter that this is some pretty good brisket; Virgil deadpans, "Now I can die happy." Coach's hair seems pretty kicked back and relaxed as he jokes to his pals, "I think he's warming up to me."
Julie and Tami are in their hotel room, Julie devastated that the internet isn't working. This is truly a tragedy of immense proportions. Tami tries to engage her daughter like a human being, but Julie is mope central. Tami asks if she's okay; Julie takes a minute before coming clean: she know she should be excited about this trip, they've been planning it for so long, but it just seems like everything is happening so fast. Tami just nods and coos and confirms, and Julie says that she knows that she's letting her mom down. Tami tells her to "No, ma'am, don't go there." Julie confesses that she feels like a stupid mess, like "Hi, I got dumped!" and hanging around universities where she doesn't belong. Tami says that of course she belongs, she belongs wherever she wants. Julie thinks that all these interviews seem so fake, like telling them how great she is when she feels like such a mess. Tami gives her a hug and tells her that all she needs to do is go in and be herself, and look at it all as an opportunity. For her future. Julie, clearly not convinced, gets up to go take a shower.
Commercials. Vince is on the couch at home going over his playbook when Bad Gold Chain Kid-- ahem, Calvin comes in, grabs a Sprite and tries to tempt Vince into some Grand Theft Auto. Not the video game. This guy sure is one baby-faced, doe-eyed delinquent. He says it's boring stealing cars without Vince. Vince says that he wishes he could, but he's got to study some plays. You know how it goes. Calvin tries another tack: tempting Vince to come out to the courts for some hoopin'. But Vince says he can't do that, either -- you know, practice. Calvin mutters that he guesses Coach comes first. Vince swears that "it ain't like that" but Calvin just gives him a few sighing "Alrights" and goes out the door.