Lexie is getting ready on the mound when the sexy ophthalmologist starts trash talking about her horrible pitching arm. Without hesitation, Lexie turns around and beans her right in the boob. She then acts all wide-eyed and calls that she thought she was trying to steal second base, while the other doc doubles over in pain. I was hit once in the chesticles with a football and I will tell you right now that while I don't like this girl and am a giant Mark-Lexie shipper and found that on some level satisfying, I also doubled over, clutching my own chest at the mere sight of it. The benches clear and Chief McDougall yells at Owen about how that could have been her hand. Her hand? Oh yeah, she's a surgeon. As a woman, the thought of any other body part flew out of my head. McDougall claims he's calling the game but Owen realizes this can only happen if he forfeits, and McDougall has a fit complete with throwing his hat on the ground and stomping. Psst -- if you were really worried about your surgeons' hands, you probably shouldn't have put together a softball team in the first place. I'm just saying. The drunk ones in the outfield just cackle as they watch the madness unfold.
Meredith starts up her weekly VO wrap-up, telling us that surgeons might not always be winners, but they aren't lazy and they like to take chances. When the game ended it appeared to be a very sunny afternoon, so I guess everyone decided to sit on the bleachers together for hours until dark to give the scene more of a feeling of wrapping up the day. Cristina passes around the flask but April has decided to just start drinking tequila from the jug. Slowly people start peeling off; Henry thanks Owen for letting him be a (rather inconsequential) ringer and he and Teddy leave. Derek is kissing Mere, so I guess they are still happily married again. Lexie seems to be feeling some remorse over what she did and asks if Mark's girlfriend is going to be okay; Callie laughs that it's her boob and with Mark, she's in good hands. That doesn't really help so much, and Jackson just keeps drinking away the new realization that Lexie has remained hung up on her ex, who happens to be his mentor. He finally asks Lexie what she meant by it, and Lexie lamely clings to the excuse that she thought the girl was stealing a base. Jackson bluntly tells her that she didn't think that at all, and then walks away. Unfortunately for him, Lexie doesn't seem super troubled when he leaves.
A very drunk April leans in to Bailey and whispers that she can hear her heart singing, which is a cue for Bailey to drive her home. Before she leaves, she tells Mere gruffly that she needs to be in the lab before rounds. Richard congratulates Owen on making it through four innings, which is more than he ever managed, and Cristina keeps thinking out loud about fancy surgeries. Alex hands Mere her flask back (try saying that five times fast) as Derek gets a text, and while he reads it Mere inexplicably asks Alex where he was the day before. If she's working in OB, would she really notice he was gone? I doubt it. But it sets it up nicely to remind us of all of his awkward scheming so that we're that much more surprised and touched when Derek tells Meredith that he just heard from Janet that the judge is looking at the files and setting a court date. Meredith reminds us that sometimes when you swing for the fences, you get a home run. And sometimes when you flaunt federal laws, you get lucky and the judge doesn't nail your ass to the wall and cancel your friends' pending adoption.