What the heck's in Foxwoods? Well, we've got five third row seats to the Popinski-Salazar rematch. They've set aside our very own craps table, and I reserved a private room for us at Connelly's, where the five of us are going to be sharing a 102-ounce steak from a cow that I picked out on the Internet. Yeah. Great. The night's ruined. Sorry, Barney. It was an honest mistake. This is going to be great! Meat, violence, throwing money down the toilet. America-- one; every other country-- zero. Thanks, guys. Yeah. You okay, Barney? What can I say, Ted? You won. Hi. You one... sad, pathetic loser. Boys, say hello to Treasure. Hi, Treasure. I can't believe that you did this. I had to. I'm your best man. Ted's my best man. You've yet to make a decision and that's fine. But as your best-man-to-be, it's my job to make sure at your bachelor party you see a woman take her clothes off while dancing to Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again."