It doesn't matter who had the quickest trigger finger in Lexington back in 1775. Without that rookie and his hair-trigger finger on his grandpappy's blunderbuss, we wouldn't have this fleece. Go ahead and treat the fleece and yourself to some pancakes and BBQ because if it wasn't for that wild shot, we'd all be miserable dining on tea and crumpets singing odes to the Queen. We'd be drinking Newcastles instead of PBRs, our teeth would be the laughing stock of the Western hemisphere, and we wouldn't be able to call soccer, soccer. But thankfully for that shot, we can swim in above-ground pools, make fun of the Redcoats, and wear American flag fleeces. God Bless America.