Barry Corbin's lost all of his hair since coming home from Alaska. He yells, "You guys are stinking up the place! Time out!" And the subtle machinations of the contrived nature of this show continue -- see, Stinky literally stinks, and right now, the Ravens metaphorically stink. What this tells us is that people actually smell when they come from the wrong side of the tracks. Yawn -- even I'm tired of the sports metaphors and we haven't even gotten to the credits yet. So, they "hustle" and then "huddle" up -- wait, that's football. Whitey dresses them down for not playing as well as they should be playing. Nathan cracks, "Whitey, relax, we're up by nine." Whitey doesn't take kindly to the star player being such a wise-ass, so he benches him. Nathan gets all pissy as he makes his way to the bench. The crowd erupts into "Aw, come on! What's going on? Aw!" Nathan puts on his warm-up jacket. Whitey snarls through his worn-down teeth, "What have I told you about that? I don't care if we're up by fifteen or fifty, it's still my team." He turns away from Nathan, who says under his breath, "Whatever you need to believe." The Coach gives him the evil eye. You know, Barry Corbin has an excellent evil eye. Nathan's got a bad attitude. See, he can be cocky. He comes from the right side of the tracks. He's the star basketball player. He's the biggest fish in this very small pond. Hence, he can act any way the wind blowing on his balls might want to take him.

The game's in full swing back at the Riverside Courts. Lucas kicks ass all over the place, of course. The commentators yap away like small dogs after a doorbell rings.

The Ravens starts to tank because Nathan's been benched. The first basket we've missed comes from one of Nathan's teammates. The natives are getting restless. Where's their star? Come on, Coach! Whitey grimaces and chews some tobacco. He puts Nathan back into the game. Peyton waves her pom-pom. Then she says, "Let's go Nathan!" Someone hands Nathan the ball to throw it back into play. Before he runs into the court, Peyton says, "Don't bother showering tonight." See, the right side of the tracks means that you can stay dirty by choice. And if your cheerleader girlfriend tells you to stay dirty, sweaty, and smelly, well, it's hot. But honestly -- ew, Peyton, that's gross.

Tweedledum and Stinky are still yapping on about Lucas's shoes and his lack of endorsement deals. Like this kid's ever going to play professional baseball. He's too short. Lucas whips the ball at one of them and knocks him out cold. Well, not really; he just continues to play ball.