Back at home, the kids are hooked. They had such a good time playing football. Now they want to play every night. Frankie and Mike are exhausted, but they don’t want to destroy the sibling love they created for their kids. So they play. And play. And play. Finally, Mike can’t take it anymore. He fakes an injury, pops a beer and relaxes on the couch.

Frankie isn’t sure what’s making her angrier—the fact that Mike was bailing on the family by faking an injury or that she didn’t think of it first. Frankie tries to skip out on the game by saying she needs to work on the winter wreath sale. When the kids decide they don’t want to play together anymore, Frankie loses it. They’re right back where they started. She spikes the football in frustration and it bounces back up to nail her in the nose. It’s the suburban version of the agony of defeat.

The kids can’t stop laughing about the football folly that led to their mom falling to the ground and rolling into doggy doo. It wasn’t the bonding plan Frankie had intended, but she had given her kids a story they could share and enjoy for a long time. She’s such a good sport.