While I was out.

In the past 54 hours, while I was kickin' it with Wes Clark (and other assorted Democrats from around the country), the following things happened:

· In the Georgia Bulldogs' spring football game (that's "G-Day" for those of you who don't know), the Red team beat the Black team 21-12. By running the freaking wishbone, 'cause we got running backs this year like Mr. T got gold chains. But our presumptive starting quarterback, D.J. Shockley, threw for all three of the Red team's scores, so that's something else positive. I just want to see the Dawgs run over South Carolina for like 300 rushing yards this fall so I can see the look on this dude's face when it happens.

· Another Georgia team, the Gym Dogs, claim an NCAA championship berth by the skin of their teeth. Hey, a win is a win. Go kick some ass in Auburn in a couple weeks.

· John Smoltz, one of the awesomest guys ever (I've interviewed him! So, like, I know this for real!) throws 15 freaking strikeouts and still manages to lose. To the f$#!ing Mets, whom I hate even worse than the Yankees.

I would write more at a time like this, but after you've just driven 7 hours back from Little Rock, even a single beer can sap you of your betting blogger impulses, and thus this is all I got. So discuss these events and their larger significance in post-9/11 America, and I'll be back with a full rundown on the weekend's activities (including delicious Clarky goodness and a first-person account of the sheer awesomeness of the Clinton Presidential Library!) tomorrow. Or, by the time most of y'all will be reading this, today. Monday. OK? OK. See you then.