But now, Vermont's Evan Fjeld has raised the (handle) bar when it comes to the machismo mustachioed men of the college game.
Facial hair fascinates us, particularly in sports. And nothing creates a buzz (or a tickle) like a steroid-infused 'stache. It's easy blog fodder, and you can see why.
I mean, that thing is straight out of 1977, a beastly caterpillar laid to rest upon the UVM senior's upper lip. If only more players had the guts (or genes) to grow that kind of sweat-soaker.
Imagine my surprise Wednesday night as I flipped through the stations, only to stumble upon UConn struggling with an ordinary Vermont team (the Huskies pulled away and won 89-73 thanks to Kemba Walker carrying the team with a career-best 42 points). The Catamounts won't be available on your TV screens for most of the season, so I knew I had to do the right thing: take a shot with my Droid and get it up at The Dagger as quickly as possible. As soon as Fjeld was fouled and sent to the line, I paused the DVR and took the shot. I'm very clearly all too proud about this, I know.
I'm imploring Fjeld to keep the facial hair for the duration of the season. He can become the face of Vermont basketball a season removed from Marqus Blakely posterizing players left and right.
And if Fjeld's (pronounced fee-yelled) name rings a bell with you, it's likely because he made headlines after playing with a heavy heart in the wake of his mother's death last season.