In his office, poor Isaac is preparing for his one and only scene this week by sniffing a cigar. Too bad for him said only scene is one in which Dana harasses him the entire time. She storms in carrying bags and appears to be either drunk or happy. Isaac quickly hides the cigar in his humidor (good hiding place for a cigar) and slams it shut. He asks Dana, "What happened to your face?" Dana, of course, is bugged that Isaac actually noticed the Buick-sized bandage on her chin. "I fell on my face," she says. "Literally?" asks Isaac. "Can you believe the metaphor?" asks Dana. What? What is she even talking about? I know what a metaphor is, but Dana's question makes no sense to me. Anyway, nothing can get Dana down on draft day! She reveals that her bags contain t-shirts that she had printed that say "I survived draft day at Sports Night," and she's proud of herself for playing on the words "day" and "night." "Oscar Wilde would have been proud," says Isaac, which made me laugh, even though it's Beckett that a later scene rips off. Then Dana tells Isaac that next year he has to make the network execs let them cover more than one round of the draft. Isaac is trying to tell her something, but Dana, astonishingly, won't shut up. Finally, he just hands her a fax, which for some reason is rolled up and tied with a ribbon, like Isaac's giving her a diploma. After more annoying comments from Dana, she reads it, and it says that rain at Indian Wells (tennis tournament) might force the network to stay on the air with the draft past the first round. Dana is excited instead of pissed at Isaac, since I would think the executive producer might have to prep some extra coverage if needed, but no, Isaac rolls up the fax and ties a ribbon around it and waits for Dana to come to his office. Dana does a dance that really cracked me up and says, "We're going to cover the second round!" "If it rains," cautions Isaac. "Make sure it rains!" instructs Dana. She scurries off to get everybody ready, just in case. "The t-shirts? Are a hundred percent cotton!" she squeals, and I take back what I said before about Dana's love for draft day being sad, because her enthusiasm was charming and certainly much more enjoyable to watch than her usual quirky brand of neurotic obsessing.