Some might say traditional, others even old-fashioned, but you know he’s simply classic. From his sweater to his sport coat, his trousers to his topcoat, he exudes an understated elegance that warrants a healthy dose of respect, and possibly an honorary Ivy League degree in genuine class.

Between nine and five, sometimes even later, he’s strictly business. And he wears the clothing to match. Immaculate suits, crisp shirts, stately ties – he takes as much pride in his appearance as he does in his work. At least until Happy Hour. Then all bets are off.

His interpretation of masculinity leans in the direction of brawn, and he’s never happier than when he’s in the great outdoors, ideally in something plaid and flannel-y. He craves the woods, loves the sea, and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Except when it comes to cleaning the gutters.

He’s quick with a joke and even quicker with a drink order. Incorrigibly funny, witty to a T, good-natured in a way that puts everyone at ease, and able to recite more ‘80s songs than the karaoke machine has room for . . . sound familiar? Eccentric, yes. Awesome, indeed.

His glory days on the gridiron may be long behind him, but he still enjoys the heck out of his sports. From softball to ski trips, even that brief flirtation with squash, he lives an athletic lifestyle that shows in his attire. And when he asks for that extra order of wings come game day, oh, he’s earned it.