For the public face and figurehead of the league it's a case of hair today, gone tomorrow.
And in this game, let's face it...today is tomorrows yesterday! yesterday?
Well yesterday I see a good-looking kid in a kangas jumper kicking a half-flat footy in a deserted schoolyard.
He's got skill, commitment, potential, and amazingly at 8 years of age, a moustache.
A moustache he wears throughout his childhood and adolescence as a badge of honour, of courage, a moustache which proclaims "hey, I know who I am, and one day this mo' will spread its wings like an F-111 and soar toward the stars, taking me and these schoolyard dreams with it."
And it did.
2 league clubs, over 100 games, individual honours, kudos and acclaim. but that was yesterday.
Today, this footy fairytale takes a manicured turn for the worse.
Andrew Demetriou? more like andrew depleted-mo!!
What's a league supremo without a supreme mo?
Come on Andrew- don't be panicked by administrative success; we need a strong leader with the courage to make a passionate personal statement under his nose.
Reclaim yourself, let your eyebrows come down for a drink, re-grow your mo and let your Greek flag fly.
Shaving might be the go in the corporate world, but in footy's heartland, facial hair is the cats whisker.
For gosh sakes Andrew, just be yourself!

I'm Billy, and I'm boiling!