In a TH up in the office, Jim reveals that he played basketball pretty seriously in high school, and he's looking forward to this. "You know, I think I'm going to impress a few people in here." And some of them are totally girls. In his gym clothes, Jim ties his shoes out in reception, asking Pam if she's going to wish him luck. "Yeah, you're going to need it," she says, and then off his "whoa," she opens her mouth wide for a beautiful "Oh, yeah, I said it!" expression. "Is that trash talk from Pam?" She playfully tells him that Roy is competitive and badly does not want to work this weekend, so she's pretty sure he'll be going all out. Jim tells Pam he's going to the outlet mall, so if she wants to "save big on brand names" while Roy is working, "which he will, because I'm also competitive," she should come with him. "I think I'm going to be up at the lake," she says innocently, then twists her face into more "I dare you" goofiness. "I think I'll see you at the mall...yeah," he says with considered seriousness. She laughs. That's one of my favorite early scenes, because they get so much air under it. Even their flirtatious moments can be buried in the leaden environment sometimes, but that one just sails.

Everyone gathers in the warehouse for the game. Roy and Pam share a big smooch, to the intense discomfort of Jim, who manages to be standing right there for it. And then, as Michael starts his speech, we see Dwight, who...dude. Dwight is wearing one of those face-protecting plastic masks, of course, and it makes him look even more like he's half-robot than he normally does. Michael gives a lame speech, Jim and Roy shake hands, and we are off.

Michael assigns himself to cover Roy, and when Jim says he thought maybe he'd do that, Michael "counters" that Roy is the best player on the warehouse squad. Dwight will cover "the East German gal." Dwight enthusiastically peels off his shirt, announcing, "We'll be skins!" Everyone is horrified at his pasty form, and he is coaxed back into his "Anime Expo" shirt. Barely less embarrassing. Pam, to her discomfort, is in charge of the jump ball. When it goes to Stanley, Michael immediately learns that Stanley dribbles bent-over with one floppy hand while holding the other behind his back. Michael loudly trumpets his disbelief, because...he thought that...Stanley would be...better at basketball? Next, you'll tell me Stanley can't dance!