My apologies to everyone who saw me running in Riverfront Park and on the Centennial Trail today. I didn't pay close attention when I grabbed a pair of running shorts last night. They belonged to my son. Yes, they were a little small on me but not in a visually disturbing way. Okay, not in a hugely visual disturbing way. They fit okay but they are shorter than my shorts and thus exposed a couple inches of bright white upper thighs. Purely unintentional on my part, I swear.
How bright? Had the command been, "Don't fire until you see the whites of his thighs," I would've been so out of range as they released the first volley.