She shyly greets Jason and then launches right into her no-nonsense speech. She tells him she isn't there to keep up appearances, she knows they've never been close, but she just wanted to come to apologize for Tim. She explains that he wants to come, but is scared. Jason has his eyes fixed on the television as she talks, and keeps them there as he asks, "Oh, he's scared." She acknowledges that Tim sucks and then they go quiet for a moment. She breaks the silence and says "Jason, I'm really sorry. Something like this shouldn't happen to a good person like you." Her sincerity affects him and he looks up at her. She comes around the side of his wheelchair and kisses him on the cheek and then walks out. Herc wants to know "Who in the hell was that?!" Jason sort of smiles to himself, "That's Tyra." Beat. "Sparky."
Out on the field, Matt has not, in fact, cleared his head. Tim notices Lyla standing at the top of the bleachers in her cheerleading outfit. They run a play, Tim makes a nice block, then looks back up toward the bleachers, but Lyla's gone. His face through his helmet is sort of inscrutable. He seems...satisfied, or something.
The Taylor house. The doorbell rings and Tami calls out, "Let's go!" as she goes to answer it. About fifty people immediately flow into the house with lots of high-pitched, "Heeeyy y'all!!" echoing throughout. Tami shuts the door after them, grabs her daughter and urgently whispers to her to go to the market and buy all the steaks, all the ribs, all the barbecue sauce. Cute.
Meatcentric party montage, lots of people out back eating and conversing. In the kitchen, Julie seasons a slab of ribs, her mom comes blowing inside and asks her to help put ice in the cooler just as Coach walks in. Without the ice he was supposed to get. Kyle Chandler's hair is totally hiding under that baseball cap, all "Who, me?" Julie wipes her fingers, "I know, I know, go buy the ice." Taylor apologizes for forgetting and then -- this is perfect-- holds up one tiny plastic shopping bag in Tami's general direction as she rushes out of the kitchen with the ribs and calls out, "Hey, I got cranberry juice and caramel apples!" Heh. Nice work, with the two totally useless but likely things a good-for-nothing man would bring home for a party.