"I sold suits for four years, shaving and slicking my hair back every day. I got over it. When I moved to Byron I deliberately left my razor back home. My hair and beard grew out and to a straight laced commoner, I probably looked like $h!t."
The cork is popped and wedding season has officially started. Relationships are being solidified with vows and rings in parks and churches, and consummations are rocking 5 star hotel rooms worldwide. Facebook feeds are overflowing with pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Newlywed looking ever so natural – yup hold that pose, right there, okay, no maybe over there, by that rock, now lift her up, smile and look happy.
Finals season is upon us, and thus, once again, us common spectators must pledge our allegiances to our teams, judge all the ref calls with utmost scrutiny and derision, and decide on the best and beardest player of them all.