A good competitor knows when he has lost, just the same as he knows when he has won. The old adage states that a true sportsman knows not only how to win, but indeed, shows grace even in defeat.
With that said, I must grant victory to the Wooly Mammoth, whose mustache I am hoping I will not only be able to witness in a few days, but indeed marvel at and compliment. Today the few vestiges of my mustache were shorn for the hygenic and aesthetic benefit of my colleagues; after receiving more than a couple disgusted looks and after twice hearing the utterance "ewww" yesterday, I decided that my continued employment was more important than proving a few haters wrong.
But for those of you who wish to see the 'stache as it was, before it was forever shorn from the mantle above my lip, I give you this - the one, single, perfect image of my face: