I'm not an Orioles fan because of a fat, balding guy named Miller.

I think you're a fat, balding guy in his middle 50s who smokes cigars while reading those heart-rending missives from perplexed readers.

One of the neighbors down the hall says she sometimes saw Michele with a stubby, balding guy with glasses.

A tall, balding guy, with an incredibly pained look, had run out in front of the cab.

Kovac negotiated a lane change around a snot-green Geo doing fifty with a white-knuckled balding guy at the wheel.

A pudgy, balding guy with too much body hair, dressed in a black leather S and M harness.

The poor balding guy looked like he was about to be engulfed by the files heaped on his desk.

Then, while she was looking directly at him, he morphed from a plump, balding young guy to an angular middle-aged man with very long, straight steel-grey hair.

Where else would a balding guy in glasses hang out?

He sat in the stands, an odd balding guy wearing a worn sport jacket and socks that didn't match.