Angrily, Frasier walked into the living room. "Niles, I need a word with you. Now!"

"Amazingly I need a word with you as well. Frasier, I have the most exciting news! I got us a reservation at that exclusive restaurant that just opened on Second Avenue, so we'd better hurry if-."

"Oh to hell with your reservation!" Frasier snapped.

At his brother's harsh tone, Niles blinked. "Frasier, what's gotten into you? Do you have any idea how much trouble I went to in order to get us a table?"

"Niles, you jackass! Have you completely forgotten about Daphne?" Frasier yelled.

At the sound of her name, his heart beat faster.

"Are you insane? I could never forget about my angel!"

"Humph! Could have fooled me!" Martin said.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Niles asked, clearly confused.

"I'll tell you what's going on. Daphne is in her room, crying her eyes out because of your... stupidity!"

"My..." Niles headed for Daphne's room, surprised when Frasier stopped him.

"Frasier, what are you doing?"

"Niles, we need to talk. Now!" Frasier said.

"Well, can't it wait? I want to see Daphne."

"Why? So you can tell her all about your impending introduction into the Miracle Basket Shot Basketball Hall of Fame?"

"Do you think they'd let me in?" Niles asked. "Daphne would be-."

"Oh for God's sake, Niles, of course there's not a-."

Frasier stopped and looked at his father.

"No boys, there's no Miracle Basket Shot Basketball Hall of Fame." Martin said, shaking his head in disbelief at his sons' lack of sports knowledge.

"Thank you for clarifying that, Dad. Dear God Niles what were you thinking, flaunting your so-called fame like that?"

"But Frasier I-."

"Daphne told me about how you went to pick her up at the spa."

"Yes, it was quite an adventure. Everyone there was so excited about my sudden fame, and I couldn't wait to show her my amazing skill!"

"What about your inflated ego? Did you want to show her that too?

Dear God Niles, your head is bigger than a basketball! Daphne said that you didn't even notice her when you arrived because you were too damned concerned with your fan club! She called here in tears begging me to pick her up!"

"When they sent me away, I tried to come back, but they wouldn't let me in and-."

"Can you blame them? Niles, really! What were you thinking?"

"I hoped she'd be proud of me!" Niles said.

"Well I have a news flash for you, Niles." Martin yelled. "She's not proud of you! She's hurt and humiliated and frankly she's ashamed of herself, when the person she really should be ashamed of is you!"

"Dad!" Frasier said, seeing Niles' hurt expression.

"Don't tell me you're happy about his behavior!" Martin said.

"Of course not Dad, but-."

"But nothin' Fras! Look, Niles. I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of your infatuation with Daphne, but when I saw the two of you falling in love, I changed my mind. Now Daphne's a good girl. She worked hard at that spa and all she wanted was for you to notice her!"

"Of course I noticed her, Dad."

"No, I mean really notice her. Instead you acted like a jackass and had to show off because you think you're some basketball star. Now if you want to throw away a relationship that took seven years to form, that's your problem, but I'll be damned if you're doing to hurt Daphne this way!"

Niles opened his mouth to speak, but Martin continued.

"Now you either get in there and apologize or go home! I'm tired of seeing Daphne hurting so badly! Come on, Eddie!"

Eddie scampered after Martin who crossed the living room headed for his bedroom.