(Author's Note: Sorry this one took a while, but I've had technical difficulties the last two weeks or so. And now, onto the show.)

"And we're back in 5…4…3…2…"

"Welcome back everyone," stated Dan. "If you've just joined us, we're here with Strong Bad, owner, president, and quarterback, among other things, of the CGNU Dumples. Now, when we left for commercial, you finished talking about how the team got together. Now, let's get to this, your first season."

"Certainly," said Strong Bad.

"With two games to go in the regular season, the Dumples are 10-1, undefeated in Conference USA, and if you win out, are a lock for the conference title, and with a bit of luck, have a chance at the national championship. In your first season, records like this are unheard of. How is this even possible?"

"Well, Dan, I can't give away my training secrets. In fact, I probably shouldn't have even told you that we have training secrets. But I can give you an overview of the season."

"Will this be another flashback?"

"Probably."

"Oh. Well, warn me when you do these, okay?"

"Alright, alright…"

"Okay, guys, let's go out there and beat them to the curb!" yelled Coach Z enthusiastically. The CGNU locker room before their first game was full of energy.

Everyone was sporting brand new uniforms in CGNU red and black. "Now normally, the goal of the season is to go undefeated. Let's start that goal and win today! Now get out there and take them down!"

The team rushed out of the locker room and onto the field, cheering all the way. As they got to the field, Strong Bad approached Marzipan.

"Hey, Marzy. How about a scouting report?"

Marzipan smiled. "Sure. Duke is a force to be reckoned with in basketball. In football…not so much. We don't have room to get cocky, but this should be a comfortable win."

"Well, alright then."

The Dumples won the coin flip and elected to receive. On the kickoff, Homestar looked impressive, displaying some flashy moves and making it to midfield before he was finally taken down.

"Alright, Homestar," said Coach Z, "let's see if we can get the rest of the way."

"Right on, Coach!"

Strong Bad took the first snap in the history of the Dumples' program and looked downfield. Marzipan was open, as was The Cheat. But then, just as Strong Bad was about to pass, he saw a hole he could run through, and took it. Unfortunately, a linebacker saw Strong Bad coming, and the hole quickly closed. The ball popped out of Strong Bad's hands as he was tackled, and the Duke linebacker picked the ball up and ran all the way back for a touchdown.

"Strong Bad, what the hell was that?" yelled Coach Z, who was clearly angry, along with the rest of the team.

"I thought I could make it through!"

"You had two wide receivers open! Get your head in the game!"

The rest of the game fared no better. Duke won by a score of 52-7, with the Dumples' only score being when Homestar returned a punt for a touchdown. After the game, the team felt absolutely dejected.

"Strong Bad, we need to talk," said Marzipan.

"Tell me about it! We got the crap beat out of us! That scouting report clearly sucked."

Marzipan pretended she didn't hear that. "Strong Bad, you can't be so selfish."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there's no 'I' in 'team'."

Upon hearing this Homestar immediately perked up, and grabbed a dictionary. He then started to meticulously search through the pages.

"Homestar," wondered Marzipan, "what are you doing?"

"I am verifying your case," Homestar said matter-of-factly.

"Don't."

"Alright, Marzi, but don't come cryin' to me when you're the victim of a blatant misspelling."

"Strong Bad," Marzipan continued, "football is a team sport. One person just can't be the center of everything, even if that person is you. Until you understand that, this is going to be a long season. So I suggest you begin understanding it now, if not sooner."

A few days later, Strong Bad was sitting at home.

"Oh, I'm just an e-mail whose grammar is good," Strong Bad sang while typing the e-mail run code into his Compy, "Oh Lord, please let Strong Bad read it like he should."

"Dear Strong Bad," he read aloud. "I saw the Dumples game last weekend on TV. You should be ashamed! That was the most miserable football I've ever seen!" Strong Bad was not amused. "Oh yeah?" he replied, "Well, this e-mail is the most miserable…case of…not…using…the letter Q! Yeah, really! How do you think QBert feels right about now? Onto the next e-mail. 'Dear Strong Bad, your team really sucks! What's the deal?' What's the deal? Here's the deal: I'm awesome, and you're DELETED! Next e-mail: 'Dear Strong Bad: I saw your first game and I have to say I was disappointed. Your team appears to have talent; however, there seems to be no synergy. Everyone has to work as a single unit in order for the team to function. Even though I am not happy with your performance, I still think you have what it takes and am looking forward to your next game.'" This one hit a chord with Strong Bad. He checked the signature. There wasn't one. Strange. This e-mail seemed to hit on the same points Marzipan was talking about. Strong Bad attempted to reply several times, but couldn't get a handle on what to say. Then in hit him: He was right. Marzi was right. They were all right. And with that, Strong Bad stood up out of his chair and made a statement.

"From this day forth," Strong Bad said to no one in particular, "I will help out the team. I will be that one…gear-turny thingamawhatzit that'll turn the gears of this team at full power! For the team…and for Free Country…I will be…selfless!"

Strong Bad began to walk triumphantly, but stopped in mid-step.

"How the crap do I be selfless?"