That is Mike Gundy’s hair as of our nation’s 241st birthday. What began as a gentle whisper of Kentucky Waterfall at the top of his collar has become a raging torrent of pure Whiskey Tango splendor, a Missouri Man-Ruff, a proper Stillwater Spoiler with the locks spilling out of the back like Tibetan prayer flags rippling in the winds of a distant mountain range. Mike Gundy’s hair destiny is complete: Everything past this is just hi pushing a degree deeper into enlightenment, and away from this cheap mortal plain.
This is just to say that Mike Gundy’s already won the battle. The rest, past this point, is mastery on display for the benefit of others.
Oh, this is also to say that we’re still lagging from the holiday, which fell on a Tuesday, which effectively turns this week into a bothersome two and a half day work period sandwiched between two long holiday weeks. We did record a new Fullcast today, though, and continued to grow our hair out to unsafe lengths on our faces and bodies. See? We did accomplish something this holiday week. Back in full tomorrow, and we expect to see you here with no haircuts or shaving whatsoever.