I mentioned my dedication to sweats in an earlier article. This has been a longtime love. When I was in high school I would wear insane outfits (I vaguely remember wearing white boxers over black fringe silk shorts with a blue polo and a stethoscope … I was weird). As soon as I got home, I’d strip immediately and change into sweats. This was mainly due to the fact that my parents refuse to use central heating until it gets below 40 degrees. But nonetheless it spurred a deep and loving relationship that continues to this day.