Egad. Brian Wilson, noted San Francisco Giants pitcher and Charlie Sheen sympathizer, sported an increasingly bushy beard over the weekend that is out of control. Just look at it. Look at it! It's unruly and unconditioned. Gone are the post-season days of trimmed facial hair and dapper head of hair. Now he looks like the guy stuck in front of you at the Dore Alley Fair. You know, the gentleman wearing a harness who's really hot, but also has a smattering of bacne and a noticeable lack of deodorant. Which then forces you onto less-crowded Howard Street. And then you're all, "Oh, fuck it. I'm too old for this shit. I'm going to the lobby of the St. Regis to get smashed on vespers like a real homo." He's like that guy.
Not that that's a bad thing, but... you know, Brian Wilson could well be on his way to becoming the male Crystal Gale. We mean that as a compliment. Sort of.
In related news, Wilson was recently injured with a strained rib cage muscle and is uncertain for opening day.