My son coached high school lacrosse. In a practice scrimmage, the head of a lacrosse stick when up the leg hole of a player who had suddenly turned to make a shot. The stick was a long defense stick, so I came out the waistband. The players collided and when they unpiled, the defense man yelled, "Cock out!" The shooting player looked down and saw that his shorts had been ripped. Only the elastic waist band held them up. And, yes, his cock and balls were hanging out as he wore nothing under the shorts. Unfazed, he laughed it off. No one had packed an extra pair of shorts. So, he said, "We'll play on. After all, the Indians did this sport naked." The field was rather isolated and nobody was around other than teammates and coaches. I was the only spectator. The guy was a wonderful specimen of masculinity.