The degree to which some people obsess over their skillets amuses me. I think it's because they're such an old technology...my mom used her "spiders" exclusively before Teflon was invented.
When I moved away to college I needed cookware, so I asked my mom for her big skillet. To me, that heavy old iron pan was a relic in our brave new era of nonstick frying pans. When she meekly protested that it was a hand-me-down from her mother, its age made it that much less valuable in my mind. So I took it off her hands and promptly ruined it.
That was 35 years ago and I still feel bad about it.
I got my own Lodge spiders a couple of christmases ago. I don't make a ritual out of mine, but I'm very careful with them.
Based on my college-era errors, I can give you two pieces of advice: Don't scour it with steel wool, and don't soak it in the sink.