Welcome back to #TEAMBALD, Mark.
Sunday night, I was lounging around The Fortress of Solitude, enjoying a cigar and watching Game Six of the San Francisco – St. Louis National League Championship Series when a sudden impulse struck. I didn’t analyze it like I normally would; I simply headed for the bathroom, hauled out the clippers, and went to work. You might wonder why I wouldn’t wait until Monday and head over to a qualified professional to have this taken care of, and that’s a legitimate questions. For one thing, I have redefined ineptitude to the point that when there is something I can actually do myself, I am loathe to farm it out. And really, let’s face facts. Even if I shelled out a fortune and got the best haircut in the history of civilization, I’m not going to be in demand on the modeling circuit any time soon, so why bother?