Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I knew this day would come. Never doubted it. Never even thought about creating a "Plan B". I knew that someday, people - and important biz people, mind you - would choose to recognize me in a very public display of adulation.

It came yesterday, when CBS and Time Warner decided to team up and pool the resources of their two fledgling television networks - the WB and UPN - into one stronger, better network.

What're they calling it?

Ahem. It's the CW. That's right. The CW. Like the way I sign a lot of e-mails. The CW. Chris Wieland. The CW.

Our Man in LA is pleased. This is a worthy gift to bestow on him, after years of watching the odd WB and UPN show here and there. Both he and Our Woman in LA like EVERYBODY HATES CHRIS, and we used to watch SMALLVILLE and BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (which called both networks home at one point or another). Friends of ours watch GILMORE GIRLS, AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL, and VERONICA MARS (which I swear I'm going to start watching on DVD).

Of course, the Wieland network will still feature some pro wrestling shows, I understand. But no gift of this magnitude is ever completely perfect. I understand that old man Washington sits around the afterlife complaining about obelisk-shaped buildings, but in his quiet moments, he probably doesn't mind having a giant monument to call his own.

This will do. The CW will be a strong reminder of the glory it is to be Our Man in LA.

It's good to be king.