The dog days of a Big 12 fall camp do not discriminate. They punish quarterbacks and equipment managers with equal cruelty, and somewhere in the sweat-fogged middle of a two-a-day, in a scrum of red jerseys and cut-off sleeves, a very large, very quiet man is doing the kind of work that never makes a highlight reel and never should have to. His name is Ejiroghene Egodogbare, and if you haven't learned to pronounce it yet, you will. He arrived from Yale, of all places, which is a little like discovering your new nose tackle used to translate Cicero for a living. Six seasons as a Bulldog, 2020…