Imagine this. You're a tiger stalking through a rice paddy. Your eyes are just parallel with the elongated grass. Your nose pushes each stalk of grass aside. Your mouth is slightly open, as are your peering eyes. You tread lightly, making sure not to stir your surroundings. You are a jungle cat hellbent on the chase. You appear, and everything around you stops, as they are awestruck by what they're seeing.
Now imagine that exact tiger as your Johnny and huevos, because that's exactly what you can be with these ball pouch boxer briefs in the locker room to those with inferior undergarments like Hanes boxers and Fruit Of The Loom tighty whiteys.