I think not. Yes, Glee was actually quite good last night, and although I’ve talked somewhat disparagingly about the show in previous weeks, I think it’s only fair that I continue to talk when it manages to overcome some of its weaknesses.

In my book, the best thing about last night’s episode was that something happened. I know, it’s a revolutionary and totally unexpected development, but there it is. Ken forced a choice between football and glee club, and although that choice ended up resolving itself, at least there was some interesting tension for a few minutes. In more lasting news, Ken and Emma finally came to their senses about a marriage that was beginning with a mash-up of “I Could Have Danced All Night” and “The Thong Song.” Fresh from her broken relationship with the anchorman, Sue kicked Quinn out of the Cheerios. And of course, Puck attempted to rediscover his Judaism by hooking up with Rachel, only to accept that each of them were too obsessed with other glee club members to move on. Also, there was not a single ounce of fake pregnancy plot! Whohoo!

The episode also made some decent musical choices, numbers that complemented the plot without interrupting it (as has too often been a problem in the past). Puck’s “Sweet Caroline” mash-up was adorable, and it was a nice way to highlight the added narrative punch of giving another minor character some first person narration. “I Could Have Danced All Night” and “The Thong Song” were necessary inclusions as well as important narrative developments. The least effective was Mr. Shue’s “Bust a Move,” included for no obvious reason other than to allow Matthew Morrison some show-off time. Despite my desire to praise Glee for its success last night, I cannot ignore its faults – in this case, the choice to make Mr. Shue rap about snuggling up to his honeys while snuggling up next to the high school girls he teaches. No one on the production staff saw that and thought, “Huh, that’s a little creepy?” I’d also like to go on record as being slightly annoyed by the joie de virve of last night’s product placement. (“Thanks for the slushies, Finn. They’re delicious.”)

But let me not stray too far from my initial intent. It was a good episode. And as my title suggests, it reached its best moments during Sue Sylvester’s intense, abbreviated courtship with anchorman Rod Remington. Never before has a game of Battleship been so loaded with sexual tension. Never before has the mere silhouette of a zoot suit been so hilarious. Keep it up, Glee.

(By the way, Joss Whedon seems to be on board to direct an episode of Glee some time in the future. I promise that even though I know Dr. Horrible and the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by heart, I will not set aside my critical integrity. I mean…I’ll make an effort. Probably.)