179671 - Goodnight, Sweet Prince

Looks like holding onto Steve McNair is really coming back to bite me in my keeper league; I guess not every QB is built for the run and gun offense. What’s worse, I had an even more significant real life setback. After a relaxing day of pooling, horseshoeing, jet skiing, and friending, Kyle and I decided it was time to lay clipper to scalp and give each other matching brohawks to commemorate our trip. Our decision to do so in the dark on a dock after a day of drinking has been questioned by many. Even so, Kyle’s came out looking great, if a little Rihanna-ish.


I was not so lucky. Mid hair cut, as Kyle was shaking the clippers to remove a bit of hair, the ghost of Steve McNair himself grabbed the plastic guard and tossed it silently into the water below. Unbeknownst to Kyle, he was now wielding a 0-length, American History X razor rather than a 4-length set of funsy clippers. The results can be seen below. I think later this afternoon we’re going to let a professional attempt to salvage what’s left of my hair.


Despite the harrowing events on the dock, this was actually an awesome 4th of July capped off by a surprise appearance by none other than Carol and Frank Marshall. The food and hospitality were unparalleled as always.

- Sean