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After the game, Buddy pulls Santiago over as he exits the locker room to tell him that he won the game. "I know football," he smiles. "You changed the momentum of the game. You brought the magic." He then tries to apologize for what happened earlier in the car, but Santiago stops him and simply says, "Thank you." Love this kid! And it certainly doesn't hurt that his real name is Benny Ciaramello. All that awesomeness AND he's named after a candy bar? Bitchin'.

Jason and Waitress trade bad date stories as she gives him a ride home. When they arrive, he thanks her for saving his ass, and then they smooch. Aw. I like this girl, I hope she doesn't turn out to be a flake like the last one. If she convinces him to get a tattoo in hieroglyphics, then I give up.

Matt attempts to lay down some ground rules with Carlotta, but shockingly just starts stuttering and babbling and not really going anywhere with this. She shuts him up with a kiss and says she's going to teach him how to make mole.

Blob wakes up Tim by screaming that he forgot to feed the ferrets and...shoving a gun in his face. WTF? Tim is understandably scared shitless, blubbering an apology. Blob starts laughing and yells "Got ya!" But then some very creepy horror film music pipes in, and I begin to seriously fear for the well-being of my dear Riggins. Blob continues to laugh and invites him downstairs, where he is hosting an impromptu soirée. Yeah. Break out the crystal and fancy napkin rings. Blob introduces him to his friends, the fittingly-named Shotgun, Connor, Petey, and Spence. They offer him some drugs, but he quickly says that he's going to run down to the store to buy some vodka. They approve. Tim grabs his boots, bolts for the door, and screeches away in his truck. To Jason's? Hopefully?

"I'm sorry I said you were fat! You're a vision in sweatpants, darling!"

Nope, for as it turns out, Jason didn't even come home to his own house last night. Waitress drops him off the next morning with a kiss, and he smiles giddily as she drives away. No such happiness awaits him within, however. Dad is standing at the door with his arms crossed while Mom screams "Jason Mitchell Street!" (Mitchell? Really?) They're frantic because he didn't call and they didn't know where he was all night. He apologizes, then goes on to once again crush my dreams by informing them that he's moving in with...Herc. Dammit! What is it going to take to rebuild the once-epic Riggins-Street Powerhouse of Rockitude?!

It's christening time! Shelly is putting a necklace around Julie's neck, when Tami stops in and says that she can do it. Seriously, Shelly needs to leave. The only thing she's good for is fastening jewelry, and now we clearly don't even need her for that. Be gone, wench. Tami tells Julie that she was right, she does want a nice family picture, because she wants her family back. She wants Julie back, so that she can be a big sister to Gracie. "And so today, for me, is such a big deal because I'm going to be able to celebrate my two amazing daughters," she says. Julie, the little shit, doesn't look very impressed with this touching little speech. But Tami hugs her anyway and says she loves her, and Julie finally apologizes for earlier.

A few minutes later, party preparations threaten to descend the Taylor household into madness. The baby is missing, the plates aren't out, and the quiche isn't done! THE QUICHE! And to top it all off, Tim Riggins is asleep in his truck out in front of the house. Coach, frowning, taps on the window to wake him up. He then wordlessly opens up the garage and hands him a sleeping bag. AT THE VERY SAME TIME, the Streets and Lyla (weird) help Jason move into Herc's place! Well, now they're clearly just throwing it in my face to taunt me.

At the christening, Julie tenderly holds Grace while their parents watch, beaming. It's lovely.

The investigator arrives at the Clarke household while Landry and Dad lounge beneath an impressive display of family portraits. Papa goes to answer the door. Minutes later, Landry shows up on Tyra's stoop. "They're not pressing charges," he mumbles. Fantastic. Now let us never speak of this again.

"I suppose we could remove the one of Aunt Edna to make room for your mugshot."

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