I'd like to say that Wayman Tisdale losing

his two-year battle with cancer Friday was a

tragedy.

 

   It is NOT a tragedy.

 

   A tragedy is a life not lived to the fullest.  A life

that doesn't touch or move others.  A life wasted.

 

   Wayman Tisdale's is a life to be CELEBRATED.

 

   The sweet jumper.  That thumping, melodic bass.

That irrepressible smile.   The humility and the

kindness..  everything that made #23 special.

 

   Wayman was one of the most approachable,

down-to-earth, friendly superstars you could

ever meet.  There are rare people that we all

come across that we just seem to know

God's spirit flows right through them.

 

   Wayman Tisdale was one of those people.

 

   Wonderful Wayman was part of some great

teams' during his 44 years.  Tulsa Washington,

OU, the USA Olympic squad stand out above

the rest.

 

   However, it was time that Tisdale got the call

from the team we all knew he belonged on the

most..  God's team.  

 

   No more pain or suffering for Wayman. 

He's home.  And the Man upstairs

got a whole lot more than just a heckuva

power forward.

 

   He got one of the all-time good guys.

 

   RIP Wayman.  We'll miss you.