As the staff begins to file out, Kevin starts shooting at the basket. One goes in. Two. Three. Four in a row. You should know that on the DVD? That sequence of shots is even longer. The more you watch, the more you learn that underestimating Brian Baumgartner is a dangerous misstep.
Upstairs, in the afterglow of the game, Jim reclines in a chair near Pam's desk, idly chatting with her about the scout he's been talking to -- though he hasn't signed anything yet. (Heh.) Roy trucks on in to ruin everything, as usual. As Pam is on her way out, she agrees with Roy's ribbing of Jim by noting that "he's...pretty good." As Jim is basking in this and Pam is heading out, he hears her say something to Roy about getting him "into a tub," and of course, his smile drains away. Don't think about it, Jim. Mental images are no one's friend.
Michael emerges from his office with tissues stuffed in his nose, and he instructs the staff not to "be gloomy" about having to come in on the weekend. When everyone responds with stony silence, Michael caves yet again and tells them to forget it -- nobody's coming in tomorrow. It's not like working tomorrow will keep them from being downsized, after all. Michael THs that sports is "all about character," and that you can learn a lot even when you don't win. "But we did," he says, "because we were ahead."
And...credits. Everyone has the weekend off, Michael has tissues stuffed in his nose, Roy is taking a bath, and Oscar is probably swatting a piñata somewhere, eh?