This week, a problem that has been stewing for quite some time was brought to the surface. It wasn't the startling inefficiencies and lack of ability in our offense, it wasn't our less than stellar defense, and it wasn't how studly Dustin Colquitt and Ryan Succop are. It was the horrible hair stylings of one Brodie Croyle. His hair has been suspect in the past, but it wasn't until this weekend that the furry fashion faux pa affixed to the top of his dome became not just an eye-sore, but an embarrassment to an already reeling Kansas City Chiefs franchise.
While I understand that Brodie has a beautiful wife and is no longer looking to impress the ladies, that is no excuse to wear a mullet around on the sidelines. Besides, Brodie, you run the risk of scaring off all the deer if they mistake your rodent-esque cranium for a small animal like a badger or a wolverine. In this instance, you can take a que from another young, strapping lad on the Chiefs franchise: Matt Cassel.
Or perhaps just a buzz cut would do. Maybe take a cue from Don Draper and stick with a classic part. Maybe even go the way of O Brother Where art Thou and become a Dapper Dan Man. Maybe you could consider going back to what got you to the top in the first place in college:
Look at that classy, well groomed, young stud! As you can see, everyone wants to talk to Brodie with his nice, neat do. And I bet a pretty young lady waits just around the corner to be wooed!
Brodie's got to remember that he isn't Ringo Starr, he isn't Keanu Reeves from "The Replacements," and he's not Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace or Nirvana version of Dave Grohl:
Please get a hair cut Brodie. Things are bad enough without you uglying up the sidelines.