Today, on the eve of game three of the 2012 ALCS, it is time we take a moment to appreciate Jim Leyland’s mustache. It doesn’t get the credit it deserves as one of the manliest of manly mustaches.
Jim Leyland’s mustache is the kind of mustache that your grandfather would have if he was the kind of grandfather that appreciated a good bottle of scotch. It’s the kind of mustache that has some serious stories about the war in Korea, or maybe the Cold War. It’s the kind of mustache that is equally at home falling asleep in front of a fireplace with a book on its chest, or going absolutely apeshit because it didn’t get its way.
Jim Leyland is doing a hell of a job managing all those fat guys in Detroit through that incredibly easy division, and I respect him for it. You’ve got to think, though, that the mustache is doing the lion’s share of the work.