I debated posting this. I'm not superstitious. But I'm a little stitious.
Back in August my wife and I were discussing Halloween ideas with the kids. My son wanted to do a particular theme costume that would require me to grow out my hair a bit. For reference I have incredibly thick fast growing hair. To avoid a chia situation my wife cuts it once a month.
I stopped the cutting and allowed nature to take its course. By the time Halloween rolled around it was the perfect length and my son loved it. I was chatting with a friend from college and they asked when I had last cut my hair. "Mid-August, but I'll cut it soon."
"You haven't cut it since before the season started, you can't cut it now!"
I thought it was silly but I looked at the schedule and thought "I can make it past Missouri. SC and Samford won't be an issue". I hung out with said friend watching the Missouri game and he reminded me, don't cut it.
Last Saturday my wife had had enough. "You have a rat tail, I need to cut it". I told her fine but her clippers needed charging so she said she'd do it at halftime.
Then the first half happened. I couldn't believe what was happening. My friend texted and said "you cut it didn't you?"
My wife didn't go to A&M and she knew nothing about what my old college friends had said. At halftime she wanted to cut it but I said no. I turned the game off and went on with other things. Slowly texts started popping up.
"They're playing better"
"Elko must've fired them up"
"Reed is a man possessed"
"They're going to pull this off!"
But I didn't turn it on. Not until it was over. Not until the score read final online. One final text.
"You can't cut it"
That evening my wife asked if I was ready to cut it and I said no.
She is not happy about the rat tail.
I have more hair on my head that at any other point in my life.
I don't own any hats that can contain the jungle up there.
There is a gallon of hair putty doing everything it can to hold down my cowlick.
Strong winds pull my head sideways while jogging due to lag.
I'm one step from Jimmy Neutron.
Still, I can't cut my hair.
Back in August my wife and I were discussing Halloween ideas with the kids. My son wanted to do a particular theme costume that would require me to grow out my hair a bit. For reference I have incredibly thick fast growing hair. To avoid a chia situation my wife cuts it once a month.
I stopped the cutting and allowed nature to take its course. By the time Halloween rolled around it was the perfect length and my son loved it. I was chatting with a friend from college and they asked when I had last cut my hair. "Mid-August, but I'll cut it soon."
"You haven't cut it since before the season started, you can't cut it now!"
I thought it was silly but I looked at the schedule and thought "I can make it past Missouri. SC and Samford won't be an issue". I hung out with said friend watching the Missouri game and he reminded me, don't cut it.
Last Saturday my wife had had enough. "You have a rat tail, I need to cut it". I told her fine but her clippers needed charging so she said she'd do it at halftime.
Then the first half happened. I couldn't believe what was happening. My friend texted and said "you cut it didn't you?"
My wife didn't go to A&M and she knew nothing about what my old college friends had said. At halftime she wanted to cut it but I said no. I turned the game off and went on with other things. Slowly texts started popping up.
"They're playing better"
"Elko must've fired them up"
"Reed is a man possessed"
"They're going to pull this off!"
But I didn't turn it on. Not until it was over. Not until the score read final online. One final text.
"You can't cut it"
That evening my wife asked if I was ready to cut it and I said no.
She is not happy about the rat tail.
I have more hair on my head that at any other point in my life.
I don't own any hats that can contain the jungle up there.
There is a gallon of hair putty doing everything it can to hold down my cowlick.
Strong winds pull my head sideways while jogging due to lag.
I'm one step from Jimmy Neutron.
Still, I can't cut my hair.
