Happy Birthday, Queen City Beer League




Look who turns one today! Well, I don’t think I officially launched the site and started posting blogs 365 days ago. That took a couple weeks to get going, but one year ago to the day is when I purchased the rights to Queencitybeerleague.com so technically I’m exactly one year old as of this very moment. Yes, I said one, not twelve months old because I’m not a pretentious helicopter parent. What I am is a humbled moonlight blogger. A miserable cubicle warrior by day, and an Internet cowboy by night. It’s not easy doing what I do. A lot of people don’t realize (myself included before I first started) how much work goes into running a covert, fly by the seat of your pants, renegade Internet operation out of your cubicle. But another thing that most folks fail to recognize is how enjoyable said blog life can be. I know I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. I love everything about the site. I love finding stories, I love making not funny jokes, I love the Tweets, I love the reader responses, I love all of it. I hate to use the terms “passion project” and “follow your dreams,” but off the top of my head I can’t really think of any better descriptions because I’m trying to watch MNF and swipe Tinder all while writing this. So at the risk of sounding like a total douchebag, that’s what we’ll go with. I guess what I’ve been trying to get at this whole time is thank you. Many thanks to anyone whose ever supported the site with clicks, comments, feedback, technical support, drinks, money (could always use more of that. Just tossing that out there), or anything that has helped me in any way, just know that none of that will be forgotten. Here’s to another year that’s better than the first.

Go Bengals.

Go Reds (HA!).

Long live The League.

Now shut up and watch Marilyn Monroe sing me happy birthday.

About Q-Ball

Owner, operator Queencitybeerleague.com. AKA The Commish. Q-Ball is that asshole at the office who refuses to brew a fresh pot of coffee. Not because he doesn't want to, he's just too embarrassed to admit that he doesn't know how.
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