Seriously?

My father is infamous for his running attire. His standards include the short shorts (yes, you know the ones), a tucked in shirt, big earphones and tall gray socks. The first 3 I will never win on changing, but the socks, those have become my mission. His first round of excuses were that it was easier for him to identify his socks over my brothers if they were significantly different. Very true, but my brothers haven't lived at home in several years now and I am not sure why this is still the issue. He showed up to run the Turkey Trot this year wearing these bad boys:

Seriously!? I am glad I was on the injured list this year!