Giving Up the Ghosts

It was 2AM before I could even consider sleep. When my exhausted head finally let me drift off, I no longer saw his face. That smiling Tyus Edney is no longer a ghost that haunts my Tiger fan-dom. He’s just a face and a bad memory. We, of course, will never forget 1995. But as we head toward the Elite Eight, we’ll be thinking about the faces of our Tigers as they put the Bruins to bed.

More to come.