 Dave Richards is looking for a replacement television sportscaster to fill his position and thinks Sam would be the perfect person: he knows sports and he looks good. Although initially apprehensive about his abilities to do it, Sam agrees to fill in for the week. If he does well, this stint could lead to a whole new career in front of the camera. With Woody s help, Sam makes up a lie to Rebecca to get out of working at the bar for that time, and although Rebecca eventually finds out the real reason for Sam s absence, she allows him time off to do his sportscasts. Sam s reporting of the news is adequate enough, however it is his commentaries that are the problems. They start off being bland, worse than watching paint dry. When everyone advise him on how to make the commentaries better, Sam makes the next commentary not only bland, but bland and incorrect and indecisive. Then to make them more exciting, he decides to deliver the next one in a rap style. Sam thinks he is doing well. Then the final sportscast goes from the sublime to the ridiculous as he tries what he thinks is the pièce de resistance, ventriloquism. It is then that he realizes that he was not cut out to be a sportscaster. Much like his earlier lie to Rebecca, Sam enlists Woody s help to regain a little dignity with the gang in the face of his on-screen humiliation.