Dan's sitting in the room where he usually watches the game tapes. Deb comes in and asks him if he's excited about the game tomorrow. Apparently, it's like Christmas Eve to him. She steps into the room: "And have you been naughty or nice?" Dan grabs her and says the word "naughty." I avert my eyes. Ew. He grabs her and pulls her to his lap. Ew. They kiss. Ew. She says, "Honey, I know this is important to you." Blah Nathan's talented, blah he pushes him too far, blah reasonable conversation blah. She's worried that Nathan might not be enjoying playing basketball anymore. Dan insists he does enjoy it -- his rationale? If he doesn't, he'll "regret" it when it's gone. Does Dan? Yes, every day. Apparently, there's nothing like it: "Walking into the arena, hearing the cheers of the sellout crowds, knowing it's your night." Blah sports blah. He wishes she could have seen him in high school. Blah he regrets his life, blah better days blah. The game the game the game. He smiles: "And I was good." She touches his face. Her hand doesn't burn. That shocks me. He continues, "It was the best it ever was for me." Deb's one heck of an understanding woman: "Better than your life now? Better than knowing your son or me?" He doesn't say anything for a moment. Then he replies, "It was different."