We come in as Isaac and Casey watch a college football game, and as some pretend play-by-play man asks his pretend colour man what he thinks the Florida State Seminoles will do in this situation, Isaac shuts off the sound and says the Seminoles will go for it. Conservative Casey of course thinks they'll take the field goal. They argue a bit, Casey all the while rudely stuffing his face with popcorn. Isaac says the kicker doesn't have the leg. Casey says he has the wind at his back, in what I hope was not a veiled reference to the umpteenth Canadian television drama set in turn-of-the-century Prince Edward Island, which was usually referred to as Wind Up My Crack when I was a kid. "I don't care if he has the wind at his back and a song in his heart, he doesn't have the leg," says Isaac. This is the second time in only three episodes this season in which a football placekicker is maligned, like what is Sorkin's problem with kickers? Did a kicker boink his girlfriend in high school or something?

Jeremy walks by, so Isaac flags him down and sets up the situation: "Florida State fourth and two on the Purdue 39 and they're down by 9. What's Bowden gonna do? Kick or play?" He doesn't even tell Jeremy how much time is left in the game. It doesn't matter, because of course Jeremy can't just get into it and take a guess, but hems and haws as if his job is at stake here. And finally Isaac drags a prediction out of him, which goes like this: "He's going to split three wide receivers and put a tight end in the backfield with the tailback in motion. A play-action fake will freeze the strong safety and Kittis will find his primary receiver over the middle. It's a play called Red Rocket Right Slant 42 Z Out. He'll get the first down, probably a lot more." Isaac laughs and asks if Jeremy's insane but Casey says, "Wait, they're not kicking." Of course they're not kicking; you guys have been blabbing for so long that the game ended three hours ago already. Isaac turns the sound back on. Try to guess which play the Seminoles ran. Yes, word for word, Jeremy's prediction. Isaac's smile fades, and Casey gets his stink-eye on. Jeremy just looks like the universe is unfolding as it should. Explain to me why, with abilities like this, Jeremy isn't a millionaire already. Commercials.

At the next day's rundown meeting, Dan is outlining some story that's very technical while Dana stares at him. Since it's not crucial other than to set up some Witty Banter on yacht racing, I won't transcribe it here. "Honest to god, I have no idea what sport you're talking about," says Dana, so Casey makes a crack about the rough-and-tumble sport of off-shore yacht racing. Kim gets her line and obligatory screen shot to ask Dan if this is about the America's Cup, which Dan says is only a year and a half away. Dana says, "I don't want to get scooped, but we can postpone our coverage for, like, a year and a half, can't we?" which was pretty funny, and Danny starts going off on what a great sport yacht racing is and how it's "great for kids," and it's sad because he appears to be serious, and Natalie makes this comment: "All you need is forty million dollars and a dream." Oh yeah, and I suppose the Yankees spending two and a half times that every season to buy a championship is somehow much more pure. ["Hey, at least it works, Soury McGrape." -- Sars]