The Final Score

Jim called me and left a voice mail at 2 p.m. on Friday. I was in the car, heading away for the weekend.

Needless to say, I didn't call him back.

I called Jim Monday at around 7 p.m. as I was waiting at JFK for a flight to Tampa.

Needless to say, he didn't call me back.

That was the point of our little TFS Labor Day mental break.

No sports, no Baumbach, no Rieber, no Chicago Norm, no blogging, no 505, no Brooks, no Jim, no Islanders-bashing, no debates, no Jessica Simpson, no Caddyshack references, no shots at Best, no links to or from the Mets and Yankees blogs, no Brett Favre, no Chicago vs. NY pizza, no NASCAR.

But now we're back.

Stay tuned for all of the above. And more.