During the game the spirit of the wild cougar rolls down the rocky mountain cliff and enters the heart of all the students... In the furry that follows, the cougar cry rumbles through their vocals chords sticking a mighty ROAR that's heard as far as Tanner Mangum can throw (his freshman year when rolling to the right under pressure).
This roar, when reflected off the walls of our rickety old stadium, cause a small rocky mountain tectonic plate murmur that pushes north along the wasatch front causing yewt fans to look over their shoulders and shield their eyes with Pac 12 stickers.
As the game ends and the students exit the stadium, the pride of Brigham Young cleanses their senses forcing the spirit of the wild cougar to recede back into the mountains and quietly echo through the caves of the mountains... softly... softly... slowly... until Lavell agrees it's time to start again....