...and arrives at the dunk tank, where Cora, who's selling the balls, asks her if she really wants to do this. Jackie: "'Want' might be stretching it." Heh. She says it's her senior trip too, so she'll take one for the team. I don't think taking "one" is going to be the issue here. Jackie removes her excess clothing and gets up on the board, and if anyone thinks it's relevant, she's sporting a navel ring. Some jock grabs a ball and says that one of his friends was on the bus, and this is the only part of this episode that rings rather false for me emotionally, because (a) no one at the high school has given a flying or earthbound fuck about the bus crash in ages, and (b) which friend, tough guy? We're not dealing with a large pool of people here. Anyway, he dunks Jackie a couple of times as Veronica concernedly looks on. Hon, don't you have some ice to sell?

Mars Investigations. Keith gets a couple beers out of the refrigerator and says he's fulfilling a longtime fantasy of sharing a cold one with his favorite "ballplayers": "And after we're done, we're gonna play catch in the parking lot." He looks more excited here than he was to meet Tim Allen in Galaxy Quest. Which, just from an aesthetic sense, is understandable. Keith goes on to say that he saw Cook pitch three times in Triple A when Cook was nineteen: "There wasn't much to do in Fresno as a twenty-two-year-old deputy." I don't know, Keith. I find it hard to believe you couldn't have had a lot of fun with a gun, a badge, and a full head of hair. He says he didn't see Cook give up a run that whole summer, and after that he followed Cook's career religiously. They clink bottles and sit down, and Keith cuts to the first of several chases, producing the picture of Naima, or Miss Dumas, to which Veronica called his attention last episode. Cook's face falls as Keith tells him that he's going to have to be a lot more upfront if Cook wants him to work for him. That game of catch, though, will be no questions asked.