At this point in my relatively short shooting career I have shot firearms from every major manufacturer and have owned as many. I have passed them on to fund the next purchase in order to expand my knowledge and to find "the one" for me. CZ is the only manufacturer, other than Glock, that I have revisited and it's my current platform. Again, my stores have been emptied of equipment from the other brands, replaced by Eurocop firepower. Yet, after all the buying/trading/selling, I still find myself craving the next step, and searching for it. I question my sanity as my mind attempts to persuade me that I need to buy a Grand Power Excalibur because, damn, that's a nice trigger. I slowly return to my senses when I see the cost of spare mags. Still, it creeps at the edges of my shooting brain, poking at me with its fancy slide lightening cuts and fluted bull barrel. . .I digress, can I, this lowly servant of the BOOM! Gods, be the only one who has burnt themselves out with the circus of musical firepower? How do you, fair readers, deal with the seduction of the new firearm?