Hair Then, Gone Today
Love that scruff.
If this picture was worth a thousand words, maybe about nine hundred of them would be about hair. And as anyone who has seen my twitter feed might know, I appreciate hair.
It’s too bad that our sport has to be played with a cap on, in some ways. Looking at the 1978 Phillies, the rarity is an un-interesting ‘do.’ The butt-cutts, the afros of all persuasions, the mustaches, the chin straps, the hints of mid-eighties style beginning to emerge – it’s all awesome. If they were allowed, like in basketball, to play with their freak flags flying, we might have had some really interesting pictures of that era – not that the sight of Oscar Gamble with a hat on didn’t have its’ own charm.
But if we did have a game without hats – if we did, we could then have an interesting hair watch here at the NotG. Heck, maybe we’ll do it anyway.
H/T: Tommy Bennett pointing to the Mighty Flynn on Tumblr
With a phone full of pictures of pitchers' fingers, strange beers, and his two toddler sons, Eno Sarris can be found at the ballpark or a brewery most days. Read him here, writing about the A's or Giants at The Athletic, or about beer at October. Follow him on Twitter @enosarris if you can handle the sandwiches and inanity.
It’s amazing how well the Phanatic blends in there. Just another dude with a fro.
He’s clearly being very serious for the photo, as that thing that shoots out of his snout is retracted.