We get a black screen with a title on it: "MTJ Training Camp, King Street Gym, Harlem, New York." Maceo is in the ring punching out sparring partners to the tune of Steely Dan. He has tattoos on each shoulder and one one biceps. One guy gets hit twice and goes down. Another guy gets eight punches and goes down. A third guy gets held up on the ropes and I lose count but he goes down too. Finally Maceo yells to the assembled mass of people in the bleachers and his manager (I guess) who's sitting at a table on top of an Oriental rug (which spruces up any gym): "Do I look like I need a blanket and pillow up here? Why are you trying to put my ass to sleep! I need some real sparring partners, not Grumpy, Sneezy and Bashful! This is boxing, not tag!" This is better trash than Maceo was talking at the press conference, but not by much. Finally, A.G. (right next to Dr. M.) raises his hand and Maceo yells, "Bring that boy's ass up here!" and I can't WAIT to see this.

After the commercial (oh the suspense!), A.G. is all Everlast-ed up with the headgear and everything and Maceo's manager is telling him he'll have more sparring partners from Newark in an hour. Dr. M. hollers, "We're here now!" To A.G., he says, "His mouthguard will be covered in DNA. Knock it out of his mouth and you won't have to get hair, blood or..." the bell goes DING so there's no need to say "urine," even though we were all thinking it.

A.G. and Maceo approach each other and stand around. What do you weigh, asks Maceo. One-seventy-five, says A.G. "That's bitch weight," says Maceo. "And didn't I see you in a Banana Republic ad? You look like a Ken doll." Hee hee! Maceo turns away and then A.G. punches him. The crowd goes "Ooohh!" Maceo says, "You wanna play, Ken doll?" and they start sparring. It sounds like this: Punch -- oooh! Punch -- oooh! Finally A.G. knocks Maceo's mouthguard out and Dr. M. grabs it with his latex-gloved hand. Maceo puts his arm around A.G.'s neck and asks, "You like fried perch?" Then he drags him off with Dr. M. holding up a finger, all like, "Hey! He's MINE!"

Then we get a montage, set to a jazz standard, of Lisa looking bored in the office. She's having a bad first day. Then she heads home and Heather joins her lying on the bed (we get a nice overhead shot of the two of them). Lisa says she didn't sell a house because she didn't have her business cards, and can Heather write her a note so that she doesn't have to go in to work tomorrow? Heather laughs and says no. I so hate the mother-daughter role reversal in this show.