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When I played sports in high school we always had a towel boy. Usually a scrawny nerd who just wanted to be a part of the team. It’s not like the dweeb could ever hope to make the team, but this let the poor fool feel like part of the team. We would all razz the little twerp by shoving our jock straps over his head.