There are writers on this blog that I just sit in awe of.  I think by now they know who they are. There are people I have serious issues with about their "politics" if you will.  There are people that I just flat out don't like and am reasonably sure I never will within the frame work of this blog. 

But there are four guys that back when I first started blogging who I had run in with that I owe an apology to. And the reason I owe them an apology is because the run in was my fault.

I'm not going to sit here and give my version of what happened.  If they read this and want to respond with a public airing of what they think I did that's their right and I won't dispute their versions (unless of course they claim it had anything to do with sheep,burros or LLamas in which case I will categoricaly deny it. I wasn't even the one who put the calf in the tutu.)

But what I will tell you is this. After the run in we had they didn't spend their time harboring a public grudge. They let it die and gave me some breathing space and and that's not something that most of us get from those in our lives today with whom we have conflict.  It almost seems like in these times that every conflict is a lifetime war of words. But not with these men. They were bigger men than I and I can't find anyway to not see myself in the mirror on this one.

Miracle, Flying Pig, Shooter B, SoCalFan.......I seriously do aplogize for my behaviour towards you that time and would like to have a chance to regain your respect. (but you're not getting my bud light.)