So I have entered into this deal with Killer and Roberto to not shave our "playoff" beards until someone hoists the Stanley Cup in mid-June. I last shaved on Friday the 13th, appropriate because my fledgling beard is horrific looking. Clearly, I have missed the genetic boat-my dad could grow in seven minutes what I have grown in seven days. At this point I am more Wednesday Addams than Grizzly Adams. I have unwisely started an unnecessary beard with no definitive timetable for shaving. I am the Neocons of facial hair policy. And like my stubborn president I will not be Pelosi'd into shaving too soon.
I think we can stipulate that I am not vain. My crew cut and uniform of a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops proves that fact. I am, however, worried about this look I'm trying to cultivate. Although, my scruff does complement my double chin and the purple circles under my eyes. I call it "convenience store clerk chic". Please say a little prayer to Chuck Norris, Patron Saint of Facial Hair so that my beard fills in and looks halfway respectable. Stay tuned, Photo to follow soon.
May the power of Chuck compel you! May the power of Chuck compel you! May the POWER of CHUCK compel YOU!
ReplyDeleteI know I initially declined the challenge, but I haven't shaved since the 11th. And I'm telling everyone at work what a playoff beard (and anti-playoff beard) is all about.
ReplyDeleteSo I guess I'm in. At least until the Maple Leafs enemies are vanquished.
Hey B! I saw you last night and it didn't look that bad. It actually looks like it's coming in nicely. At least it's a LOT better then your wife RED there! Can you believe she dyed her hair that color? Ha!!
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