In the meeting room, everybody but Casey is trying to work, except they're trying to pick the Athlete of the Century. "Jim Thorpe," suggests Jeremy. "Maybe," says Dana. "It's gotta be!" says Jeremy. "It's on the list," says Dana. "He was the greatest athlete in the world," says Jeremy. "You know what King Gustav V of Sweden said to Jim Thorpe?" Gee, now I know what breathless anticipation feels like. "He said, 'Sir, you are the greatest athlete in the world.'" Between this and his rude hockey comment last episode, I think Jeremy is going to cause me some anger-management issues pretty soon. Natalie suggests Pele but Dan won't have it. Natalie's logic is that he was the greatest player at the most popular sport in the world. Dan says, "Do you know how many times you'd have to kill me before I'd name a soccer player Athlete of the Century?" "Let's find out," says Natalie, all cranky and unprofessionally thrusting her personal grudge with Dan into the meeting room. At least this doesn't make it on air, unlike the local TV station during the last provincial election. At the newspaper office, we had the TV tuned to the local station. One of the field reporters had just gotten married, but whenever the anchor threw to her, he used her maiden name out of force of habit. And it pissed her off. So whenever she signed off, she pointedly used her married name, but each time the anchor messed up, the angrier she got, so that by her last report she was practically spitting out her last name, even though the anchor sometimes caught himself and corrected himself. It was really bad. Personally, I'm not sure why a woman who is in the public eye and has established her own name would then change it anyway, especially in this day and age, but if she wanted to, that's her choice. At least, it should be her choice. Except she married one of the cameramen at the station who was also pissed off at the anchor. Why? Because, to paraphrase, he didn't drop all kinds of money on a ring so she could keep her maiden name. Aw. Who said romance isn't dead?
Anyway, as the meeting ends, Casey strolls in and asks what he missed. "Jim Thorpe and Pele," says Kim, in her only line this episode. Productive meetings these guys have. Casey asks if anyone knows what King Gustav V said about Jim Thorpe, as if Casey would know that. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, we do," says Elliot, without looking up. Casey raises his eyebrows and says "all right" and follows Dana out the door.
He starts telling her the captivating saga of getting Isaac a cheese grater, completely oblivious to the fact that maybe, just maybe, Dana has greater concerns on her mind than frigging cheese graters. But she feigns excited interest as they walk to the coffee machine, and then we get these close-ups of Dana fumbling with the coffee and smacking the machine. Casey, finally aware that something is wrong (it must be, if she's not listening to his story), says, "Dana." "Leave me alone," she says. "It's not like you don't see this in sports all the time," he says. Uh, Casey, it's her brother, you idiot. Dana points that out. Casey, in a surprise move, makes excuses for the professional athlete, saying he's a 240-pound linebacker going up against a 350-pound offensive athlete who's probably also "souped up," and that Kyle's just trying to keep himself in the game. They're entering the control room at this last bit, and Dana actually turns around and shoves Casey out into the hall. "Don't defend him and don't tell me how to be," she says. She talks about Kyle being part of a conspiracy to buy steroids, she talks about side-effects and long-term damage, the suspension and a likely $50,000 fine when he's making just over the league minimum. "And, if the local DA feels like running for something next year, he could also go to jail. To say nothing of the fact that his name is now also synonymous with everything that's bad about sports." "And all I'm saying is that he's got enough people telling him that right now. The papers, talk radio, agents, lawyers, the league, his teammates, his sister's own television show, and maybe he doesn't need any more guests at that party. And maybe the best role you can play right now is as his sister, Dana." Dana considers this. I hope she's just gathering her strength to rip Casey a new one. "That's all I'm saying," says Casey. "That, and don't be so edgy." "I'm not edgy," says Dana, and she goes back into the control room. "I'm not edgy," she repeats, as she slams the control room door. It's not a particularly hard slam, but the glass in the large control room window shatters into a million pieces at Casey's feet in so far the coolest thing ever to happen on this show, and the closest to something blowing up I'm likely to see. Dana, surveying the damage, glass crunching under her feet, says calmly, "Well, that'll have to be fixed." Heh. Casey makes his "you don't have to be crazy to work here, but it helps" face and headshake, and walks down the hall. Commercials.