Peyton and Brooke are standing courtside and holding pom-poms. Peyton looks dumbfounded, like someone just asked her a question she didn't have a clue how to answer. Brooke says, "So that's the boy that beat Nathan?" Peyton doesn't blink. Perhaps she's an android. She nods. Brooke says lasciviously, "He looks good from behind." Well, finally someone has something right.
Whitey says to Luke, "Relax. Destiny has a way of finding you." Oh, wise basketball sage, we'll call you Woda. I have such a hard time believing that Luke's had any kind of rough life. He's so pretty, and he's so cocky. His smirk is one of a boy who knows just how hot he is -- CMM doesn't ride in the Keith's Garage pick-up, he rides up on a motorcycle his parents have forbidden him to have. Any. Way. Suspension of disbelief engaged. The whistle blows, and the game starts. Ravens get the ball on the tip-off. Hey, aren't you proud I even know what a tip-off is? The ball gets passed around as the opposing team tries to get control. Dan yells, "Come on, Nathan!" Luke slips, and the ball flies out of bounds. Peyton snarks, "Nice hands." She's being sarcastic. Luke replies, "Nice legs." Only he's not being sarcastic. Ew. Spicy rock and roll music heats up, and the game continues. The other team runs the Ravens ragged. Luke can't get a basket to save his life. In fact, he totally sucks. Nathan gets nothing but net. Coach benches Luke and says, somewhat encouragingly, "Not your night, son." See, Luke, he believes in you -- that's really all you need. Nathan runs by and gloats. "Start taking notes, punk." Sheesh. It's his first game, people. Give him a break. It's a lot of pressure for the kid from Riverside Courts; you can can't just dress him up in varsity colours and expect him to dance like a Vegas showgirl. ["Although that would make this show a lot more interesting." -- Sars]