A whole new meaning to "ripping"

I was calmly knitting last night when PC came home from his curling match. Yup, that sport with the broom and giant steam iron looking thing.... on ice. I merely looked up and then proceeded to laugh so hard I thought I was split in half.......this is what I saw:

















He played all night like this. Good thing Thursday is the mens' league!!
Curling: dangerous for pants.