A bit later, we hear Pamela making a call on the Space Communicator, introducing herself and Chris as the operators of the game. As it turns out, this call is to somebody who's with the NBA. Pamela says in an interview that in Jen's shoes, she wouldn't have handed off contact with the NBA, because those are the people who are going to evaluate you -- and I'm sure that while the charity is the sponsor and thus the client, the NBA is the power player in the situation. It's kind of like the Jessica Simpson concert -- the casino was the venue and would be the client, but the one you have to please is the NBA, because it's their charity, and they're giving the players and such. I think the NBA is the Jessica Simpson, really, except that the NBA can count higher than Jessica Simpson using a single three-point shot. The NBA guy asks who the lead person is on the event, and Chris says, "Jennifer, um..." and looks at Pamela. "Massey," Pamela says, and Chris repeats it. Heh. "And where is she at this point?" asks the NBA guy. "She is...in an office," Pamela says. Double heh. Is she...an animal? Is she...bigger than a breadbox?
Back in polo country, at a team meeting, Kelly is asking John to brainstorm ideas for things they could "sell to a sponsor." John then bitches for a while about how Kelly is on the laptop all day long, just working, working, working -- so annoying, you know? With the working? At any rate, it appears that Raj and John just became plum fed up with this, and decided they would have a good time, because they certainly weren't going to give two entire days to something just because they committed to it. John tells Elizabeth and Raj that he's just going to drink during the match. "Waaait a minute," Elizabeth says. "If I need help during the event, you guys are helping." "My event will consist of watching the game," John says. It's not easy to make yourself look like a bigger loser when you return after being fired, but I think John and Raj just may pull it off. Inside, Kelly picks his teeth as he voices over that indeed, he wound up "wondering where [his] team went." The team, meanwhile, is outside, having a footrace to a big sign. Kelly, inside, notes that the team clearly "didn't have much at stake." "If anyone asks, we were stomping divots," John says as the group heads inside. Jerks. Kelly says again that he has a team that has no inclination to help him, even when "[his] butt's on the line." It's almost enough to make a guy wish he'd been nicer, although that would be a sign of weakness, so Kelly probably just wishes he had a bayonet or something.