I’m still holed up in a hotel in Los Angeles as I look for a place to live on the westside, preferably with rent under $12,500 per week in a post Cold War-wired building.

(Both’ll feature designated hitters in tasteful red ensembles)

Since I’ve been back, I’ve felt increasingly bad about my ever-enlarging carbon footprint. Not because I’ve been driving a lot. Rather, I haven’t touched the USA TODAY that’s been slid under my hotel room door every day for the past two weeks. Oh, the humanity!

It’s not because the paper doesn’t do a fine job covering all manner of world matters. It’s more that I really appreciate the fact that people (OK, my mom) think I look young for my age, and I don’t want to pick up something that might suddenly cause an onslaught of liver spots.

Tonight my alma mater, the Univ. of Georgia, plays for the NCAA college baseball championship in Omaha. I’ve also been invited (via Pete @ Yardbarker.com) to a boxing card this evening at the Playboy Mansion. The event includes dinner, wine *tasting*, the fights bathroom break and an after party (and most importantly, a chance to meet Shawne Merriman!).

So what to do? Read more…