Watchdog

I knew there had to be an epiphany in there somewhere ... that's the thing with blogging. When you're into it, there is no other reality. It is an obsession beyond all reason, and there is a constant need to feed the beast. Once you step away into a place where you realize that real life still does exist, it knocks you for a jolt.

I had the temerity to take a Carribbean vacation with the family a couple months ago, while the Brett Favre stuff was still simmering in Green Bay. It took several days - maybe weeks, even - to get back into the blogging mindset. I even tried quoting stuff from some of the books I read on vacation, and that didn't help much.

The absurdity of it all hit home at the NFL owners meetings back in March. The first day there, we surrounded Chiefs coach Herman Edwards, whose team had sponsored a proposal that would require players to put their hair under their helmets so that their nameplates and numbers could be seen on the backs of their jerseys. As Edwards was being peppered with questions about it, I turned to Peter King and whispered, "What are we doing with our lives?"

Blogging, of course, really is just a hobby for us - at least for now - although I suppose that embracing the concept is good for our careers moving forward into the great abyss of the Internet age.

I'm glad you enjoyed your weekend in Ithaca reliving the old days and coming to grips with the challenges of today.

I did think of you over the weekend, because a lot of stuff did happen. Paul Newman died. Brett Favre threw six touchdown passes for the first time in his career. Anquan Boldin was nearly decapitated by Jets safety Eric Smith. And, of course, the Mets completed yet another epic collapse.

But at least you got home in time to see Ken Berger show up on the back page of Newsday. The Little Media Man was fantastic.

I enjoyed our 10 years together on the football beat.

ok ... bye.