Mike Gundy's hair has me truly alive for the first time in my life. It's got me blasting "Animal" by Def Leppard on the Pioneer system in a Pontiac Fiero while driving to a Rax for a sketchy roast beef sandwich. It has me wanting to spit dip juice off a pontoon boat while I ponder how to fish a Discman out of a lake. (Answer: bet your buddy Carolina Eddie a handle of Bacardi that he can't find it.) It's got me wearing a sleeveless Spuds MacKenzie t-shirt at the gym and only working out my upper body because these Wranglers are tight enough as is, and they have to look good for the Monsters of Rock show next month in Tulsa.
MIKE GUNDY'S HAIR IS BACK
