Chris Mortensen is reporting on ESPN that Brett Favre, who announced his retirement after the season, has been in contact with the Packers about a potential comeback with Green Bay. (Wait. Would this be called a comeback? The Packers haven't played a game since Favre called it quits, so not sure if this would technically qualify).

I'll still believe it when I see it. But stranger things have happened.

Don't think Michael Strahan will be doing the same with the Giants.

He has announced on his blog that he's returning to the shores of Lake Erie to re-charge before his first training camp as Newsday's Jets beat reporter. It will, of course, be his first and last training camp at Hofstra, since the Jets will be pulling up stakes for their New Jersey digs shortly after camp ends.

Boland also offered this picture to go along with his vacation announcement, an obvious attempt to connect with his fans as they await his daily dispatches from training camp. A "gone fishin' " announcement, if you will.

Boland's picture got us thinking about Cleveland (which is actually a fine place to visit, although it will probably never escape the bad rap it gets). It's a place we've been to a handful of times for football assignments (never vacation, though). Not sure if Boland remembers back to 1989, but former Bengals coach Sam Wyche made news with a swipe at EBoli's native city.

Here it is.

Too bad. Jurevicius, 33, has been a standup guy for a lot of years, and has made some terrific catches along the way. Just the other day, he said he'd certainly be willing to be the team's third wide receiver, especially in light of his knee problems.

Jurevicius showed incredible fortitude in enduring the death of his infant son in 2003.

Not that there are any lies about to be uncovered. In fact, we did a respectable number in June, considering there were no games, the draft is deep in the rear view mirror, free agency is over and done with, Spygate is over, and the NFL is essentially shut down until training camp. While we didn't do anything that approached the record-setting run of six consecutive months of record page views - a stat that got Best insanely jealous - the action was solid nonetheless.

In fact, it actually beat the standard back in April, 2007, when we first got an inkling of what this blog stuff could do. That was our previous best month, thanks to a flurry of draft buzz. And although we regularly smashed that number during the regular season and playoffs - and especially during free agency and the draft - the fact that we hit a decent number like that when the NFL was dead is all good.

Of course, http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/watchdog/blog/">Best is still basking in the glow of his record-setting month, thanks to him breaking the story of Mike and the Mad Dog's potential breakup and whatever other controversy was in the news. But we're quite happy with our little corner of the blogosphere, and will be content to recharge our mental batteries over the next couple weeks and get back at it when camps approach.

In the meantime, enjoy the Mets and Yankees as they toil in mediocrity.

We'll provide the occasional blog post just to whet your appetite on football, look-a-likes, or whatever else tickles our fancy as we tend to domestic projects, lots of time with the wife and kids, our soccer fix and whatever else we come across during the ever-shrinking NFL off-season.

Cheers.

"I'm truly upset about the comments," Jones said. "Obviously Mr. Imus has problems with African-Americans. I'm upset, and I hope the station he works for handles it accordingly. I will pray for him."

Imus is defending himself over his comments.

"I meant that he was being picked on because he's black," Imus said in the statement.

I personally think this is the end for Imus.

And, if it is, I personally don't care.

He has been unfunny and irrelevant for years. The only time you hear his name is when he says stupid and/or racist things.

He was a good sport about the fact he might have been the biggest quarterback in NFL history.

He has a great arm, but got caught in a numbers game after the Giants drafted Andre Woodson, another Kentucky alum, and signed David Carr.

But Don Imus said something on his radio program this morning that will potentially get him in hot water again. And maybe fired again.

Warner Wolf was doing a news/sports update about Pacman Jones - oops, it's Adam Jones - and Wolf mentioned how Jones had been arrested half a dozen times before being suspended by the NFL. And how Jones now wants to drop the Pacman nickname.

Imus asked what color Jones is.

Oy.

I haven't listened to Imus in years. I hate to say it, but it seems like once he addressed his substance abuse issues he became unfunny and unlistenable.

The mere mention of his name does generate page views, however, so someone is paying attention.

Again, Best, I'm sorry. I hope you don't go insane.

I'm on vacation.

I have to get some gas for my propane tank because we're gonna barbecue some chicken tonight. We will then take the kids to see Kung Fu Panda.

It is a long letter.

It makes many good arguments.

Woody Johnson would be a hero to thousands of Jets fans if he actually wrote it.

In the end, Boland's suggested missive will fall on deaf ears, because there is no possible way the Jets will not saddle their fans with PSL's in some form or another.

We will be providing you with many, many articles in the coming weeks, months and years about PSL's, because they will conceivably affect nearly every Jets and Giants season ticket holder.

There will be many articles and columns critical of the idea. I'm sure I will write my share.

In the end, none of it will make a difference. The Giants and Jets will charge their fans gazillions of dollars collectively in PSL's, just as almost every other team that has constructed new stadiums in recent years.

Clinically insane. Or close to it, anyway.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is a psychiatrist in Oregon who believes that there are people out there so addicted to the Internet. According to Dr. Jerald Block of the Oregon Health and Science University in Portland, people who spend too much time on the Internet - and we assume that includes obsessive-compulsive bloggers like Best - suffer four symptoms:

1. They forget to eat and sleep.

2. They need more advanced technology or more hours online as they develop 'resistance' to the pleasure given by their current system.

3. If they are deprived of their computer, they experience genuine withdrawal symptoms.

4. The victims also begin to have more arguments, to suffer fatigue, to get lower marks in tests and to feel isolated from society.

Dr. Block makes no mention of an addiction to page views, an affliction suffered by Best and every other blogger that ever existed. And he doesn't offer a guess as to blogging lifespan. But he does offer some fascinating - and disturbing - views of life on the Internet.

That said, we feel this is a fine to say that, in the interests of our own sanity, we'll be blogging slightly less in the coming days. The combination of a slow news cycle in the NFL, the need to spend far more time with my family because there is never enough time to do so, and the need to make sure my head doesn't explode before training camp begins are all factors in this decision.

Hope you understand.

Hope Best can do the same, although we suspect his clinical disorder is far beyond what anyone has seen in the newspaper industry. In the meantime, check out Best's scoop on Mike & the Mad Dog potentially being on the rocks.

And other assorted tidbits in the world of media.

But the new wideout does stand out in one respect. He has one of the most unusual names we've ever come across: Craphonso Thorpe.

As far as we can tell, his first name was given to him by his father, who merged his own names of Craig and Alphonso to come up with Craphonso. So, it's pronounced Cra-fonso.

I'm just wondering if his teachers pronounced it that way on the first day of school. Or if his teammates might choose to break the name up into two syllables, the first of which ends in a "p" sound.

I'm sure he's a nice fellow. I wish him luck in his new endeavor.

Surveillance tapes indicate that may not have been the case.

Walker was found in a pool of blood around 7:30 a.m. Monday about a block east of Las Vegas Boulevard. The Hard Rock Hotel has confirmed Walker left Body English nightclub sometime after 3 a.m., after spraying clubgoers with champagne. Walker also was seen at an after-party in the Hard Rock's penthouse suite. A Hard Rock public relations representative said the hotel had no information on when Walker left the property, according to Norm Clarke (pictured) of the Las Vegas Review-Journal.

"I was just back at my room, and at about 5:30 in the morning," Walker told TheDirty.com, "I got a knock at the door. I opened it, and three guys with guns were there. They cracked me in the head a few times, knocking me unconscious. They then robbed me of everything I had; my watch, money, everything. Somehow they got me to a car and dropped me off in the street. That's what happened."

He's trying to change his image, in case you hadn't heard.

He was charged with DUIin Tennessee.

I was doing sidebars on a Mets-Cubs game at Shea for Newsday, where I had started the year before as a backup on the Giants and Jets beats. As I'd explained to Boland, who has been covering a bit of baseball these days, covering the occasional baseball game was part of a young(er) football writer's responsibilities, although there were no live blogs at that time. Nor were there any blogs. Or high-speed Internet, for that matter.

Anyway, I don't recall the specific details of the game, other than Zimmer had kept his pitcher in a batter too long, because he gave up a homer that proved pivotal in the Mets' win.

Former New York Post writer Dave Hanson, a very nice man whose current whereabouts I do not know, and I were a bit late coming out of the Mets' clubhouse. We needed a Zimmer quote, but were told upon entering the Cubs' clubhouse that he'd already talked to the writers.

The clubhouse had nearly emptied, but we peeked around a corner and found Zim. He was just getting out of the shower.

"Hey, Skip, got a minute?" Hanson asked.

"Sure, fellas, what's up?" Zimmer said.

Rather than ask an innocuous question to get things started, Hanson dove right in.

"Hey, Skip, do you think you left (name of pitcher) in maybe too long?" Hanson asked.

Zimmer's face reddened immediately and he began screaming at the two of us, waving his towel in the process. Um ... yeah.

I do remember Zimmer's last words to us.

"Get the f*** outta here!"

Dave, if you're out there, thanks for the memories.

I think.

Memo to Boland: Stay alert. You never know what life-changing memory will be created when covering a baseball game.

(fyi, this is not the gross baseball story I referred to a few posts back, although seeing Zimmer naked certainly qualifies. I will post the other item shortly. Enjoy the baseball season.)