But the thing is, I'd be real sneaky about taking the jersey. “Hey Ndamukong, I found this $20 on the ground just now. Is it yours? Oh, and if you're throwing that old jersey away I'll take it to a trash can for you.” Then I'd put it under my hoodie, scurry to my car, and vamoose. I'd never sell it. It would be locked away in my man cave. In fact, I might put a clause in my will stating that after I die I want to be buried wearing the jersey. Underneath my burial suit, of course, for discretion. The way I see it, my way may actually pose a lesser threat of NU incurring sanctions. Maybe the next guy who came along in the deserted parking lot would not be so secretive about it. Or he could be an ncaa spy. Or an angry Ohio State fan.