A Proper Gentlemen's Club Decline

Rich G submits:

As usual the weekend looks awesome and while I hesitate to send regrets (at the risk of becoming a target of Sir Eisenstat) it looks like my participation is doubtful this year....

So where am I going to get my burning log jumping fix? Google it and you will soon realize that this is an activity that seems not to be known outside the confines of Huckleberry Isle. Odd you say... I think not! Ponder the question a bit and it will become obvious that this activity must be sparked by something indigenous to the island. I submit to you, the esteemed members of the Lake George Gentleman's Club, that this behavior is due to the influence of nothing other than..... the Idol. As what else could it be? What could cause grown men to risk life, limb, and taint by jumping over a fire stoked ever higher, to walk across a burning felled tree in sandals meant to traverse beaches, to attempt to explode glass bottles in close proximity to oneself, and to launch metal objects far into the night when the location of their return to terra firma cannot be guessed? It can only be explained by the power of the Idol!

So while I regret that I will not be able to pay homage I know you will make up for my absence and outdo the antics of years past. For it seems that each year the appetite of the Idol grows and can only be satiated by ever more elaborate secret rituals that if discovered, would cause the fingers of our wives (or significant/insignificant others) to be pointed and for them to utter the words: "What were you thinking.... dumb-ass"

Make me proud. I am sorry to miss it!