Jim Rome's Goatee

I remember back in the mid nineties when Jim could scarcely turn a corner without seeing a Goateed grunger. Or businessman. Or baseball player. Or stand up comic. We goats were abundant. Then our numbers started diminishing. Slightly at first and then at a healthy clip. I liken it to the extinction of the dinosaurs. Once they ruled the land. Once we ruled the land. Once they were innumerable and unstoppable. Once we were innumerable and unstoppable. But then a giant meteor crashed into the earth and they almost all died. Almost. Some survived. Komodo Dragons. Birds. Crocodiles. Alligators. Pterodactyls. Iguanas. They survived. Well I don't recall a Goatee exterminating meteor striking into earth but our hosts killed us off by the thousands over the last half-decade or so. But some have survived. Others have even strived. And even a more select group of us have exploded on the scene.

I am a surviving dinosaur and I am Jim Rome's Goatee.