When I was roughly 8, we convinced my father to shave his mustache. It was about to be the 90s, for crying out loud; one decade behind the times is enough, thank you very much.
He shaved it, and we immediately forced him to grow it back. We probably locked that strange mustache-less man out of the house until he could prove that he was, in fact, my father.
Now, his team has always been competitive – always top-6 in the state, always having a bunch of qualifiers, always competing for county crowns; a generally well run program. In the last half decade or so, however, they have been a national juggernaut. This weekend they won the 4×800 and DMR at the high school national meet down in NC, breaking the outdoor national record in the DMR in the process.
Most of this comes from having an innate ability to juggle teenage girl’s emotions, which is no small task. While some prominent programs resort to emotional control, my father has always taken the tact of enthusiatic/goofy while still maintaining a healthy dose of much needed honesty and culpability. Unfortunately for him, that occasionally leaves him open for derision at the hands of my brother and I, who are always on the lookout for such things. When he had his first national champion a few years ago, he championed the phrase “growly tough” to explain to them that demeanor was important. While they realized it was ridiculous, they took their work seriously nonetheless, with impressive results. My brother and I, however, chose to ignore the big picture. To this day we’ll suggest that someone get growly tough for a particularly important hand of cards, or perhaps when there’s a little bit more pot roast that needs to be eaten. I doubt the phrase will ever expire.
He has a very well adjusted and professional group of girls this year. I’m not sure why he needed to resort to such measures, but, alas, now he has no mustache.
He should grow it back immediately.
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Its already three days old. I’ve been told by nearly everyone that I look ten years younger. (Except Mrs Barry who thinks I look thirty yeras younger. She actually scared me.) Well my response has been, “that’s not enough so I may as well just grow it back.” I’m still the same though. Just stacheless for the moment. and I needed to impress thte fact that the record was important to all of us without putting pressure on. It was the best idea that I could come up with at the time. I think it helped.