SI: Any athletes with power cuts?
King: I can only think of one.
SI: Who's that?
King: Michael Jordan.
SI: But he's bald!
King: He looks bald, but really there's a thin, thin layer of hair that retains the moisture. He keeps it cropped real close so you can see the thought waves and the way it glistens like flowers in the morning dew. When the light hits, Jordan throws his head right in his opponent's face. The rolling sweat and this dewy glistening have a kind of a mirrored effect, blinding the other team with their beauty. In that instant, Jordan bobs his head, soars through the air and scores! The glare from his little head, shiny-wet with dew on all sides, makes him a powerful man on the basketball court.
SI: If hair harbors so much power, why would you shave your whiskers?
King: The significant part of my power is on my head. The Lord hasn't done any miracles on my beard. If it grew up into my eyes and became part of the total scope, I probably wouldn't cut it, either.
SI: You probably already knew that if you collected all your whiskers for 16 years, you'd have enough to form a one-pound ball.
King: I doubt the hairs on my head go the full 16 ounces. I'm not going to mow them just to weigh them. I need to keep a lot stored up so that when I don't have much left, I'll still have some in escrow. Part of the reason men shed their hair is that they work themselves so hard that they knocked out the room in their brains for the roots. Poor Cosell got to the age where he was no longer self-sustaining in the hair-growth department. He didn't prepare for the inevitable. Maybe if he hadn't had all those haircuts, his hair would be around today.