READER ALERT: This blog contains shameless soliciting (and, no, thankfully, Steve is not selling his body).
My wife’s reaction to my fledging Fu Manchu: “That’s disgusting.”
If I had to grow a mustache, she wondered, did it need handlebars?
Indeed it did.
The reason: I’d been chosen captain of The Telegram’s MOvember team (OK, I volunteered). And if I’m going to captain mustache-making men, I was growing the same 'stache as the greatest captain (and player) in hockey history, Wendel Clark.
Hopefully, I’ll lead the team — The Telegram-MOs — the same way he led the Leafs, with the exception that we’ll be successful. That means growing 'staches in MOvember and raising money for prostate cancer. (To donate, click here.)
Twelve days into MOvember, and the boys’ mustaches are taking shape. They’re giving it 110 per cent, shaving hard and trimming the corners
Next week, we’ll post some pics at www.thetelegram.com and let readers try to guess who’s who.
Until then, keep your stick on the ice and razors on the shelf.
And if you see me, don’t worry if you can’t resist the urge to razz me or say my 'stache sucks.
'Stache-talking is all part of it and I can take the hit, unless it's from Wendel.