"Where's the cash at? Where's the stache at?"

I can answer the latter of the late Biggie Smalls' famous philosophical query. It-- the Stache--is right here, steadily creeping-in above my upper lip. Although I did not begin growing my Stache until November 9th (full disclosure), it has responded well and is making up for lost time. I look forward to getting some of the creepy sidelong glances on the subway that have been fodder for my fellow MLB Moustacheurs over the past week. Will it end up being a Magnum PI-stache or a Frankie Ruiz? A Brendan Ryan or Keith Hernandez? Only time (and careful shaving) will tell.