We had a mustache contest at work today (which I won) and it reminded me that I witnessed Reggie Evans sporting a phenomenal beard the other night.
See, the only thing that makes Philly even remotely worth watching is monitoring the ascension to greatness by my boy Young Thad. But since even that doesn’t really merit watching more than 10 minutes at a time and Reggie Evans only plays 13 mpg, our paths rarely cross in the night.
But when I saw the notorious junk aficionado himself sitting on the bench with such finely groomed chin treasure, it was indeed a Great Moment for the ages. So for those of you who thought there was only one reason to watch another Philly game this year, I’m here to tell you, nay, there is a second: Reginald Jamaal Evans’ beard.