When he isn't guzzling milk in the winner's circle, Johnson opts for something that leaves a little less mustache and has a little more kick. "I'm from Southern California," he says, "so I have a Mexican flare for Dos Equis, Corona, and Pacifico." He pours pints for his teammates – "You can never go wrong with ice cold beer," he jokes – from behind a 36-foot-long bar salvaged from an old hotel in Pennsylvania. "It's thick and made of solid cherry. It took a crew of 20 to get it assembled," he says. "It wasn't cheap, but it's badass!"