Yellow Jerseys, Blackened Grills

July 26th would have signaled the one year anniversary of "You're a Blog." The celebration party would have been awesome. There would have been celebrities, good food, all our favorite commenters, a roast of Editor-in-Chief Chris Condon, and we all would have had a good laugh about it.

Too bad the invitations for the bash were mis-dated by seven days.

As YAB continues to battle its own Achilles Heel of Daily Blogging Pride, we offer a different kind of recap on the year. Since it only took us five lousy posts before we presented a clip show to our (at-the-time) four readers, recalling the highlights isn't that novel. Instead, we give you a year's worth of subliminal funny. We've brought it.

Just under our banner for BY05 (Blog Year 2005), we have thrown in an extra joke by means of the tagline. ESPN's Page 2 does it on a daily basis, and as a minor homage, we did it on a weekly basis. Some of you have caught them, and some of you read using XML and miss out. No matter, here they are now.

Ladies and gentlemen, the year…in taglines.

7/25 – Where wearing a yellow jersey in a cubicle does not make the day go faster.
8/1 – Dancing in the electronic riptide.
8/9 – Where we don’t take the Madden jinx lightly
8/16 – Where we are the first Jamaican Blogsled Team.
8/23 – Where we'll be here long after the boys of summer have gone.
8/30 – Where O’Boises are still O’Boisterous.
9/6 – Where we’re ready for some football!
9/13 – Where Condon gets his write on.
9/20 – Where brevity is not the soul of blogging.
9/27 – Where it feels like we’re running to stand still.
10/4 – Where we could erupt at any minute.
10/11 – Where we play a crazy game of poker.
10/18 – Where a Carlos Beltran homer just landed in our inbox.
10/25 – Where the hottest new show is Desperate House, M.D.
11/1 – Where Terrell Owens practices the Ray Lewis dance for hours.
11/8 – Where the Polar Express has a 40 minute layover for food and fuel.
11/15 – Where the wine glass and coffee mug just resigned from our cabinet.
11/22 – Where Chief Massasoit and Squanto come to kick back and watch some football.
11/29 – Where we are once again taking applications for Jeopardy Cyborg.
12/6 – Warning. Reading this blog can cause cuts, abrasions, or death.
12/13 – Where the little drummer boy just joined the German rock band Tannenbaum.
12/20 – Where we like a little wassail with out toast.
12/27 – Has anyone seen our old lang sign?
1/3 – Viva la resolucion!
1/10 – Where trainwrecks, contrary to popular opinion, aren't very funny.
1/17 – Where the Minnesota Vikings buckle like a belt.
1/24 – Where the nominees are.
1/31 – Where the groundhog goes for the weather.
2/7 – Where Cupid just got ARROWED.
2/14 – Where we’re under the table and scheming.
2/21 – Where our award show has a first name…
2/28 – Where we're wondering if New Orleans accepts the Big EZ Pass.
3/7 – Best homeless sign ever: Family killed by ninjas. Want money for kung fu lessons. Need revenge.
3/14 – Where we insert generic tagline here.
3/21 – Where we’re just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
3/27 – Where strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
4/3 – Tagline! You’re It!
4/10 – Where we, have no, idea, how to, use, commas,,,
4/17 – Where we think that the Emperor’s Royal Guard look like giant Twizzlers.
4/24 – The Brawny Man’s Guide to the Galaxy
5/2 - Where our train of thought just left the station.
5/9 - Where we make you take finals but offer free stuff.
5/16 - Where we play chicken with the train, play chicken with the train-train. Uh huh.
5/23 - Where spelling out varieties of fruit in a pop song is completely unacceptable.
5/30 - Where Tom Cruise goes for his therapy.
6/6 - Where we can't afford to pay attention.
6/13 - Where we believe that pants should not be granted freedom of travel.
6/20 - Where we have an excellent idea where the funny is.
6/27 - Where this blog needs ketchup.
7/11 - Where Chicken Chesapeake is chicken stuffed with crabmeat
7/18 - Where crashing a wedding is not covered on insurance.
7/25 - Where somebody put too much charcoal on the grill.