Encino Man is, of course, putting himself center stage at the football game, screaming and shouting unendingly, and calling all kinds of orders at such a rate you might think he's not a dunderheaded moron, and some kind of football thing happens which would appear to be beneficial to the team or side of which he is a member, and he engages in some light shit-talking, and then more football business happens, and he shit-talks some more, and finally Patterson has just had it, and jumps the fuck on him and starts whaling on him, and they pull him off after a while -- not hardly long enough by my count -- and Encino Man is like, "Wha happen?" and then more football and then the same thing happens only out of the blue, with Ray randomly freaking out on Rudy and taking him out with a leg tackle and getting his teenage dirtbag ass soundly beaten by Rudy, and the whole time he's screaming about what an asshole Rudy is and they get them away from each other, and Ray's going off about how Rudy's a "fucking PTSD psycho" and "just like every other jock piece of shit in high school," and I mean, all of this adds up to Ray's personal shit that is not our business in any way. He walks off, really crying now, and one of the Marines thinks about how maybe having highly trained killers playing an aggressive game like football isn't the best idea, and Rudy is crying out to Ray to come back, sadly, calling him brother, and Brad appears out of nowhere, and Ray won't hear anything, and somebody tells Rudy to go to his little quiet place and chant, motherfucker, and the sun is setting, and it is beautiful, but just because there aren't any guns firing doesn't mean the war is over, because if the war was ever over, for any of them, they'd leave and never come back.
Everybody's running around a warehouse acting wild that night, and Sixta's all, "Y'all gets a free pass on the hooch tonight, but tomorry y'all tighten up your assholes," and I must say, as much as I will miss seeing Brad and Ray and Nate every week, it's about fifty-fifty with his horrible ass and having to hear him talk. That shit is like nails made of vomit on a chalkboard made of crying Wal-mart babies. Lilley wants to believe that things are better now than they were under Saddam, and Doc points out that Iraq was fucked before we got there, and it's fucked now: "I personally don't believe we liberated the Iraqis." Lilley is not happy. "Only time will tell." Espera thinks back to the roadblock in Al Hayy (that was the first one, where the truck flipped over and the guys climbed out one at a time) and wonders if those were bad guys. Nate shakes his head. "Could have been a truckload of babies. With the rules of engagement, you did the right thing."