"I guess I'm gonna have to get my hair cut," A mumbled to me.
"Oh?" I hopefully asked, "Why is that?"
"The guys said they were going to cut it while I was sleeping at the Christmas tournament." (The team is staying in a hotel, rooming with each other.)
Hmmm. Sometimes peer pressure is okay....
The team wants a clean cut image. A's hair was getting long. He liked it, I didn't really - generation gap - nothing new about that picture.
He looks like a marine now. He's thinking perhaps he should have risked the night shaving.
It'll grow.
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