Peyton's lying on her bed with an open sketchbook on her lap. She's got her cheerleading uniform on, so I guess she's back on the squad. Okay, if Peyton's dad is always away on his dredging boat, then why in the heck is she always in her bedroom? She's got the run of the house, you know? There's a knock. A white facecloth dangles in the door. Brooke slinks in and says, "Safe yet?" She moves further into the room. "No hostile tone, no bitter complaints, no yelling at your best friend because you broke up with your jerk of a boyfriend." Peyton laughs. Brooke says sarcastically, "Oh my God! A smile." Peyton scoffs, "All right!" She leans forward on her bed: "I was a mess last week. I'm sorry!" Brooke throws her arms up in a Y and chants, "Apology accepted. A-P-O-L-O-G-why? Because I love you." She dances in front of the web cam. Then bends over, flashes her butt, and says, "Get your skinny ass up and let's go beat the Pirates." Peyton laughs again as Brooke flashes everyone in cyber-space. "What are you doing?" Brooke grabs the pom-poms: "What? It's a web cam, that's what they're for." No truer words have ever been spoken on this damn show.

The Ravens pile into their Basket-mobile; it's actually called an Activity Bus, which is different from a school bus how? Whatever. Where's Jake? Did he have something better to do tonight then play with the team? Has he been unceremoniously dumped like Luke's other friends? Please, bring him back; we really, really liked Jake. I'm tired of getting to know people, only to have them disappear forever from my life. Woda gets on last, and the tomfoolery quiets down. He yells, "All right, knock it off!" He stops the booming-badda-booming tape playing and continues, "This is our first away game." Nathan got a haircut. He looks like he's on his way to Tigerland. Anyway. Whitey blabs on about the boys sitting on the bus with their mouths shut, focused on the task at hand -- defense. Oh, and Whitey will choose the music. Note the individual earphones locking into individual ears in one collective motion, meant to signify a sort of teenager's groan. Luke rolls his eyes, and that says it's time for "P.S. Whatever." Yawn. Pasty Cline echoes throughout the bus as Whitey takes off his coat and says, "Let's roll!" Oh. My. Lord. Luke actually picks up a book. It looks like a copy of Steinbeck's Of Mice And Men but I can't really be sure.