Now that summer is in full swing, it’s pretty damn near impossible to wear sweatpants to the gym. That’s the look for me. Big fan of sweatpants, big fan of sweatpants at the gym. I’m sure Morgado would be worried about seeing his calves clearly. In fact, that dude probably rocks a speedo to the gym. Doesn’t want to miss a single ripple in his quads. But for me, sweatpants are fine. It prevents the douchey salesman from asking me about tattoos or showing off their ankle butterflys. Good by me. But summer isn’t sweatpant approved. So what’s a guy to do? The answer here is sweat SHORTS. That’s right, and Sound And Fury fest tickets. Two thumbs up.
