According to a friend who has known me for 20 years (more, if you count my sister dating his brother when we were kids), I'm overweight, I need a haircut, and above all, the mustache has to go. Of course, that's me on the left.
This is what happens when you make a bet based on the NCAA tournament, then make picks that include Southern Cal and UConn reaching the Final Four. Then it comes down to North Carolina-Kansas, and the Tar Heels crapped the bed on me. Think I wasn't frustrated to then see Roy Williams wearing Jayhawks gear two nights later?
Now, with the permission of Master Facial Hair Grower Eric Kay, the 'stache will be history within minutes of my leaving work today. So we need this photo for posterity. This one, too. While my wispy growth just can't stand up against Kay's manly display, I think he was bathing his face in Rogaine. Or Procede, endorsed by none other than Charlie McCarthy (not the dummy). There is just no way he grew that without some kind of performance enhancement.
But enough griping. This is the end of the great Mustache Experiment. And I certainly will not be upset to see those last few whiskers go down the drain.