OK, so I posted yesterday how I'm growing a playoff beard for charity and that part of the whole deal was out of superstition. Well, you can't grow a playoff beard that starts before the plaoyffs. That's playoff beard blasphemy. So, after I got home from work yesterday and the Bruins played their last game of the regular season (6-2 throttling of the Islanders) I shaved off what I had been working with.
Yesterday I looked like this:
At the midpoint of the shaving process I looked like this:
And now I am completely shorn. Here's Day 1 of the Playoff Beard progress. Hope my girlfriend still likes me: