Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, but I bet nobody even noticed I had deactivated my account.

I should give a little background, I just needed a break because I was spending too much time on here. However, yesterday I was down in Tempe and there was this dude in the parking lot of an abandoned Walmart pacing around looking very distraught. I pulled over thinking I could do my daily good turn - being the faithful scouter that I am - and I saw that he had a small pile of clothing and a gas can. I asked if everything was ok, but he just kept staring at my chest. I figured he was just admiring my pectorals - as I'm quite the cross-fit/P90X/whatever the trend is these days kind of guy - but then he started muttering something about 'Bronco, BYU, Fair weather, Board of Trustees and money where your mouth is' and I realized he must be staring at my BYU shirt.

I asked him again if everything was ok and he crumpled onto the hot pavement and started sobbing. Then he turned his tear and snot streak face up to me and said "take it, just take it all" gesturing toward the pile of clothes. I didn't know what to do, so I walked over and pushed the clothes around with my foot. There were 3 t-shirts, one of those give away BYU t-shirts with all the BYU sponsors on it (Vivint, NuSkin, Romex, etc.) a 'Chicago to Provo' shirt and a white t-shirt that someone had drawn a 'Y' on with a sharpie (kind of like a foofcoug drawing). There was also a very old and ratty blue, white and tan BYU hat with the initials T.N.T. written on the underside of the bill.

I told him thanks but I don't think I can use your clothes. He got up and screamed something like: you can have my Cougarboard account, I have the devils and my Stevie - greatest ever... Then he ran off still sobbing.

Weird I know. I took his stuff to D.I. but couldn't get the Cougarboard part of his ravings out of my mind. So, that is why I came back.