Can you imagine how crazy that would make him to be further and inexorably connected to the school he seemingly hates the most? To not be able to refuse the honor for fear of looking bitter and a poor sport? To be photographed with his retired BYfrickin’U jersey and then contacted on a yearly basis for alumni activities? It would be absolute brilliance. And we could revel in it every time we’re in the stadium—the thorn forever enshrined in his side.