The Electric Hair
No, he didn't stick his finger into a light socket. He didn't fall into the bathtub while blow drying his hair either. Nope. He just woke up. Each morning, we share giggles back and forth over our bedhead, but today, it was over-the-top-crazy. Immediately, after nudging my sleeping bear out of the covers, he jumped up, threw on some workout clothes, and sat with his guitar for a bit of morning strumming, or "picking his guit-fiddle," as Adam would say. His hair is getting longer by the day, and by Spring training, he's either aiming for a Billy Beane flow (if you haven't seen Brad Pitt in Moneyball, you should), or the comeback of his mullet. As long as he keeps winning on the mound, he's allowed to keep his hairstyle, but as we've heard from many before us, the minute things start to dwindle downhill, the hair is required to come off. Hopefully he pitches well this Spring, or his "flow" could be in jeopardy. I guess you could call it an incentive. I'd say the Big Leagues are incentive enough, but I guess these boys are particular about their hair.
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