It ain't fun if it's work.

It's been a while now since we first plugged your computer into the BDS WHOPPER and asked, in that synthesized voice right out of 1983, "would you like to play a game?" And oh, the games we've played. From tracking down the elusive recipe for Pizza Hut Cavatini to the far-fetched stories of time travel, we've done our best to keep the place lively. Hell, we even tossed in the occasional history lesson. Sure the bar floor usually had that familiar spilt-beer stick to it and, on occasion, the dancers had to borrow money for the juke box to keep the music flowing while swinging from that pole over there in the corner yet, on average, this blog wasn't so bad.

But damn if it didn't get boring being the only one who brought beer to the party.

Now before Craig, or Jeff or even Sex fly off the handle here at the thought that their contributions to the greater blog are being brushed aside, know that you all have earned permanent barstools around here for actions unbecoming an adult. It was always nice knowing that someone was keeping the lights on around here besides us. Your dedication to the cause has not gone unnoticed and is appreciated more than you probably know.

Yet towards the end of last year, we got tired and it showed. In both the quality and quantity of our posts. Long days at the office, a new title on the business card, fun nights wrasslin' with the kid and loaded weekends filled with quail, beer, bass, football, family and holidays took their toll. Unfortunately for our loving public, it was at your expense. And for that we apologize.

But while we'll gladly shoulder most of the blame for our recent hiatus, many of you should, too. You who lurk in the shadows; who watch the game without ever stepping up to the plate or even onto the field. Short of the above-mentioned Superheroes vainly attempting to keep this blog a two-way conversation (and we'll even toss Loch in there as well), the rest of you have fallen asleep at the mouse and have just as much bloody mary mix on your hands as we do.

So we'll take an oath. We'll raise our right hand and place the left one on a crushed cardboard case of Fat Tire while repeating "we promise to be faithful to the Blog and keep her updated when possible". But you there, sitting behind the keyboard scared to show your words in public, must also agree to get involved. We know you read this thing. You told us yourself. So here's your chance to prove it.

Otherwise we'll redefine your definition of "hanging around" the Blog.