Lorelai arrives at home to find her shoes lined up down the hallway, leading to Paul Anka, who is laid out in front of Rory's room. She bends to comfort him, wondering what in the world is going on with this shoe thing.

At Luke's, the team is celebrating their shut-out massacre of the Fred's Dry Cleaning team. Luke is trying to suggest a calmer, gentler game. "They ate some dirt!" one of the girls yells, and Megan and Tillie explain that being aggressive is part of the game. "You're not being competitive," Megan says, "if your jersey doesn't have a little O-negative on it." Awesome. I love Megan, especially when Luke suggests that maybe it isn't cool to do a bicycle kick on another girl's head. Megan leans back, throwing her hands up: "She was all up in my grill!" Luke says he knows, and that he doesn't like it when people are all up in his grill, either, but that there are ways besides violence to deal with it. Tillie insists that they just play the way the boys play, and Luke says that yeah, but boys are boys, and girls are girls. Oops. Way to go, Luke. The needle comes off the record, and they all turn to stare at him. Megan puts her head in her hands. "So," Tillie says, "we're just supposed to play like cute little girls at some tea party?" Good one, Tillie. The girls yell that they want to win, so they gotta kick some butt! Luke is amazed and leaves to answer the phone as the team goes over the beat down again. It's Lorelai. She's really worried about Paul Anka. He won't eat or walk around or anything. She says that the vet said that he has some kind bug and that she should let him be. She's still really worried, though, and Luke says he'll be over as soon as he can get the brawlers out of the diner. "They eat like pigs," he says, "so it should be soon." As he hangs up, we hear a cute little voice from the table recounting to cheers how "she went one way, and her knee went the other!" Yeah! Eat it, all you Title IX naysayers! In your face!