It goes like this: Find and prepare a fairer towel maiden from amongst the BYU applicants to replace the homely one that he has, one that will follow his every sweaty sideline move to perfection with the fluffiest, most absorbent towel ever...and when his perspiration doth bother him not and he cannot coach without her perspiration dabbing abilities, he will ask, "Maiden, your towel performance doth delight me. My hands and forhead have never known such low humidity. I pray thee, tell me what thou desirest, yea, and I swear an oath, yea, even to the half of this empty stadium, that I will give it thee." Then her training shall return and she will answer, "Yeah, Lord Gary, my only desire is that my future alma mater of BYU be included into a stable B12, and with the same haste that thou dost lift thine pants oft times." Being caught in his guile, he boweth his fat, sweaty head, and knoweth he must fulfill his oath...and she handeth him a new fluffiest towel ever as he nods, only to notice the stretch DSORB Y on its corner. Let it be done.