I was in court a lot on my last beat - the two cities' district courts and the county's circuit court. A dress shirt, tie, dockers and dark, comfortable athletic shoes worked (I've always had foot problems, so my shoes must be comfortable).
When I was in sports, the men's state amateur golf tournament was at a country club in our paper's coverage area. After taking care of office/deadline stuff on a Friday, I went to cover the end of the round of 16 because a local teen was playing. Well, he won on an amazing shot on the second playoff hole, so I had to stick around for the quarterfinal. Well, he won again, so I had to return Saturday morning, bright and early, with the dew still on the course. He won his semifinal match, so I had to stick around for the afternoon final, which the bugger won.
One little problem: There was a "no jeans" rule - standard for a country club - and I didn't have a pair of decent shorts. So, I had to wear Dockers while walking the course umpteen times. Oh, man - I was miserable even though I enjoyed covering the matches. I celebrated the end of each day with a huge bottle of Gatorade from a nearby gas station.
I didn't have time to buy a pair of shorts Friday evening because I had to work my second job.