At the Carver-Hawkeye Arena basketball addition, Fran McCaffery and Gary Barta recover from their defeat in the Marchifornication finals.
I can't believe we lost to those bastards, Gary.
What can you do, Fran? It's football-town.
Yeah, I guess so. It's just I've been trying so hard to turn Iowa into a basketball school, keep everything on an even keel, telling people not to go sideways (in a variety of contexts)... it's just frustrating.
Shoot, Franchise, you need to relax. Marchifornication's over and you've earned a break.
Hey, you're right! I have earned a break.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
LET'S GO SIDEWAYS!
WAIT WAIT WAIT!
What? We were just starting to have fun!
No! We've gone too far sideways! Look at my face!
We must have gone into some Lost-style parallel dimension when we chased that tornado. Who knows if I'm even the coach at Iowa anymore! Wait, what's this printout in my pocket...
WE HAVE TO GO BACK! WE HAVE TO GO BACK!
Several tedious and ultimately unsatisfying hours of television later, Fran and Gary make their way back to Carver ...
Let us never speak of this again.