I'm on a world tour.

It seems like it has been a wild couple of weeks in my life, and it seems the sports world has been following suit. Ron Artest is changing his name to Metta World Peace, the Dodgers are filing for bankruptcy, and I gained a new found love for Nascar in a place I never thought I would...Hawaii. Who knew?

I was lucky enough to spend a few days on the North Shore of Oahu with some incredible people a couple of weeks ago. I watched Rory McIlroy win the US Open with a record setting 16 under par game. I got taken out by the waves at Pipeline. I jumped off of a really big rock into a bay (sounds petty to you, but I am terrified of anything higher than five feet off the ground). And most importantly, I learned a lot about Nascar. I learned about the rivalries, the stats, the fans. I left Hawaii with a lot of photos and a lot of cars driving in circles in my head. More to come on this.

Following my amazing weekend in the Pacific, I trekked up to Northern California to spend more time with a special person and some amazing family. I flew into Sacramento, drove up to Roseville, and then rode on the back of a Harley up to Lake Tahoe. What a trip. I had no clue I would sit on the back of a motorcycle without feeling like I might die every five seconds let alone absolutely love it. There is something so serene and zen in sitting there taking in your surroundings with the fresh air swirling around your entire body. There is an evolution happening here. I like it.

Now that I am back in Los Angeles and back to work, I have some time to get in some LA athletics. There might be some Dodgers this weekend, maybe even the Seattle Sounders/LA Galaxy game. We will see which stadium takes me in. I'm happy to be home, but longing for the mountains like I long for a rainy Sunday spent on the couch listening to my favorite records.

Perfect Human Specimen.

I recently had a request for more material...from a fan. Okay, a friend...same thing. I think. Anyway...

It has been an interesting few months for me. I enjoyed watching the Lakers choke themselves to an embarrassing death, I have only been to one Dodgers game (I know!), my cat died (RIP), I had a birthday, my boyfriend dumped me and I lost my best friend.

However, all is not lost. I also started at a new firm in a higher position, so my career is on the up.
I have been working with some amazing artists and athletes, I have fantastic summer plans, and my mom is coming this weekend! Nothing like a visit from mom to pick me up after a rough couple of weeks.

I also got the news that one of my old roommates is coming into town over the 4th of July weekend to watch the Seattle Sounders play the Los Angeles Galaxy. I tend to stay away from American soccer, but I will not pass up the chance to go see David Beckham run around before my very eyes. I also get to spend time with a life long friend who does not drink and will therefore drive the rest of us to and from the game safely as we consume copious amounts of beer all day.

David Beckham...the perfect specimen. That body deserving of a marble statue in a courtyard. Those eyes the color of arctic ice. That tan...can't be real. I still can not comprehend why he is married to an alien that has not eaten since the Spice Girls had a hit, which I believe was in 1996. Someone get that girl a double-double!

I would picture Becks to be with someone of true beauty and sex appeal. A woman who is just that: a woman. A woman like Christina Hendricks. She is a real woman. Maybe a goddess. [Insert long pause for thoughts of Christina.] Le sigh...there are some things I will never understand. Men are one of them. They love us, they can't live without us, they can't live with us, and then they leave us for some uneducated bimbo who answers telephones for $10 an hour.

I'm not bitter! Love is just one of the few games that I don't get.

So, back to the locker room. That's where I really belong. Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm wearing clothes!

Back in action.

I had a busy weekend. I know you all missed me. Apartment hunting in Los Angeles is a bitch.

Anyway, some super highlights of the weekend. Japan kicked Korea's ass in the World Baseball Classic on Saturday, 14-2. Daisuke Matsuzaka really owned that game.

Terrell Owens is moving to Buffalo. The Bills paid T.O. $6.5 million for a one year move. Not bad.

Team USA (fuck yeah) has bromance written all over it, and it's showing in their game. They took Venezuela 15-6 after ousting Canada in their opener 6-5. The dudes play again Wednesday.

Charles Barkley is a hit in jail. I've been told that he's wandering around and handing out autographs to inmates. There will be more on this later. I'm curious.

The Louisville Cards took the NCAA men's basketball Big East championship Saturday with their win over West Virginia. I watched the game. It was edge of your seat excitement. Go Cards!

David Beckham will be back in LA to play for the Galaxy July 1st. Becks is almost 34, still looking amazing, and is still the most sought after soccer player in the land. Hot.

Becks is going bye-bye.

(image via zimbio.com)

Sorry ladies! Are there any ladies reading this? I guess not. Perez Hilton will probably end up telling the story on the radio before you wake up anyway.

The ultimately sexy center-fielder is on his way to Italy for good. Becks will return to LA for a short period at the end of his loan term (who knew he was literally such a hot commodity?) before going back to Italy as a free agent thanks to an opt out clause at the end of his 2009 contract.

I bet Victoria is going to be pissed. I hear she likes living in la la land.

Anyway, I feel awful for the Major League Soccer execs that spent a lot of time and money to bring Sexy Becksy over here. We thank everyone who made LA Galaxy soccer more enjoyable for the female front than ever.

And for you guys who truly enjoy soccer...er, I mean, football. You don't watch the MLS anyway.

Cheers!