To celebrate the historic Stanley Cup win by our Los Angeles Kings (Dear Universe: Thank you for giving us Jonathan Quick after we suffered through the Garon/LaBarbara years), I decided to do a tribute to their playoff beards. Because nothing strikes joy in your heart quite like the sight of ecstatic toothless young guys with a face full of Brillo, unless it is the sight of ecstatic toothless young guys with a face full of Brillo who are carrying around their children. I’ve tried to construct this in a rough saddest-to-bushiest order, but there’s a lot of beardy middle ground where it’s tough to differentiate, and frankly, most of the Kings did us proud in this arena. Except for a few. Maybe next time they win the cup, someone can fill it with Rogaine and then dunk the underachievers in it.