Playoff Beard
Posted: October 17 13, 3:24 pm
If and when the Cardinals make the playoffs in October, I start a playoff beard. For the first week or so, it's not much of an issue. During the second week, I actually enjoy it a bit, and I think of myself as Indiana Jones back from an adventure or something...a rugged cubicle worker. Then, after two weeks or so, my beard becomes a scraggly uneven mess that reminds me why I don't grow it out normally. Plus, at my age there is now an equal amount or more of gray in the beard, so I think it ages me about a decade. It's patchy in places, seems overly bristly, and causes me strange new discomforts like mustache hair occasionally brushing my nose. I'm ready to be done with it.
And so just when I'm thinking of shaving it off, I remember that last year I shaved it early and then the Cardinals lost three in a row to the Giants. I felt a small bit of blame as the game ended in the pouring rain.
Therefore, I shall soldier through with this frightening facial hair that causes double-takes of non-recognition among acquaintances, excessive laughter among friends, and petrified faces among my children, eager to shave it after the Cardinals hopefully win another title, only to regrow it when the Blues (hopefully) make their run in the spring just to see how much more gray has appeared in the months between.
Like the seasons, my beard marks the passage of time...
And so just when I'm thinking of shaving it off, I remember that last year I shaved it early and then the Cardinals lost three in a row to the Giants. I felt a small bit of blame as the game ended in the pouring rain.
Therefore, I shall soldier through with this frightening facial hair that causes double-takes of non-recognition among acquaintances, excessive laughter among friends, and petrified faces among my children, eager to shave it after the Cardinals hopefully win another title, only to regrow it when the Blues (hopefully) make their run in the spring just to see how much more gray has appeared in the months between.
Like the seasons, my beard marks the passage of time...