You could be mistaken for believing that it must be a slow day in the land of such for me to start posting about my own underpants. But you would be wrong. Very wrong, perhaps even as wrong as Britney Spears deciding to get out of a sportscar in a short skirt but no underwear. Yes. That wrong.

You see, the underpants that I am currently wearing - and have proudly photographed for your viewing pleasure - have had quite an epic journey in more ways than one. Those more astute of you may recognise the logo that is emblazoned across the front of my delicates... yes, look closely, can you see it? Look closer... closer... OK thats just too close you sicko! Some people just don't know when to stop.

I happen to be wearing official underpants from the Sydney Olympics in 2000. In fact, I think I started wearing them 2 years before the olympics when I made the olympic under 21 soccer team stole them from my dads underpants drawer. Yes, our family is close like that. In fact, a rumour was started once, people thought that I wore my mothers underwear. What really happened is she stole them from dad, he stole them back, and then I stole them from him. If it helps your mental image, don't think of it as wearing other peoples underpants, just see it as the "Circle of Life" from the Lionking. Just for underpants.

So these underpants have been with me for quite some time... the elastic is still strong, the material is holding up pretty well... and they are just pretty comfy. Not bad for a pair of underpants that are nearly ten years old.

Look at it this way, my underpants are only 5 years younger than the Czech republic.