An evil sun pokes through the evil clouds of the early morning while my favorite radio sports guy exposits that the Panthers' future for the season depends on the upcoming game between Buckley and the heavily favored Arnett-Meade. If Buckley wins, the Panthers will make it to the playoffs. If not, I guess the series gets cancelled or something. Over at practice, Coach shouts a lot about how everything is out of their control and they'll just have to hope for the best. Or in his words: "What happens haaaappens! Ain't no spell or bag of juju gonna change that!" Juju? Methinks Coach is a closet Grey's fan!

The sun grimly rises on what will undoubtedly be yet another heartrending day in Dillon, the unhappiest place on earth. I feel cold. So cold.

Smash is out with a bunch of buddies and Waverly, the poor girl he's currently dating. And by dating I mean has kidnapped and is forcing to listen to him ramble on and on about football. She finally gets up and starts walking away, saying that she has a trumpet that needs some polishing. Smash becomes surly and confused, either because she left angrily or because she just made a vaguely sexual reference that he doesn't understand.

Over at SaracenHappyLand, Grandma spouts some predictions for the game on Friday and Matt humors her by listening. It's wonderful. He breaks a glass (symbolism? I don't know) and Dad walks in to help clean it up. He tells Matt that he wants Buckley to win so that he can see his son in the playoffs. Matt's all like bwwhaaa? And Dad's all like I'm not going back to Iraq! And they're both like Let's shake hands! And I'm all like, eh. It doesn't matter if he goes or stays, Matt's life will always be hard because he makes that my-life-is-so-hard face so often it's now just too perfect to waste on happiness. And the writers know this. I HATE those writers. (Just kidding! Lovies! Keep making this show!)

Coach is driving, and also driving his wife nuts obsessing over the game on Friday. Maybe you should take your own advice, COACH. Don't tell me you already forgot about the juju. As they pull up to their house, a portly gentleman cheerfully informs Coach that he has been served by Jason Street's family. And I have been served by a violent series of CRINGING.

Let me just take this opportunity to say that the theme song from this show, which is essentially two notes played over and over, is fantastic. It keeps popping up in my head at the oddest times like when I'm reading or flossing or attempting to make a beer cheese soup like I did tonight (disaster). I want to get it for my iPod so that when I'm walking down the street I can feel like an emotional teenager whose life is slowly being crushed by any given number of problems that can be driven away in an instant by a good football game. Ah, the power of music.

Later on in bed, Tami still can't believe that they're being sued. Coach makes all sorts of excuses for the Streets, saying that you can't take it personally, but it's clear that he's mostly trying to convince himself of this. Because that's gotta hurt. I feel hurt as well. I don't want any fighting betwixt my two favorite characters. (I think they're still my favorites. It changes so often I can't keep track anymore. I should create a colorful graph of some kind.)