I was sad to see that Wayman Tisdale died over the weekend.
Tisdale went to my high school, and I have fond memories of watching him play like a man among boys (I guess they were all boys, but he was a beast). I was only in middle school then, but we would turn out, largely because of him. I hated watching him light it up against my Jayhawks when he was at Oklahoma, but you’ll never hear anything negative about this guy.
He had a solid jazz career after his playing days ended. He lost a leg to cancer a while back, and now it took the rest of him.
Sad. Only 44, and one of the good guys.