This is why I can’t be trusted at sporting events.

I’m at a baseball game, and looking at the jugs on some of the male fans, I’m suddenly very grateful women get to wear bras.

Li’l chilly in the ballpark tonight, sir?

One manifestation of my repressed and rigid nature is that I prefer my breasts to be contained, lifted, and orderly. Can’t have that shit all willy-nilly.