The Christmas holiday is as much about memories as it is about the present. The sight of a Christmas tree crowded with presents brings back of rush of pleasant thoughts from bygone times for many people, and I am no exception. Now, however, many of my Christmas memories involve time spent with the Tigers at some far-flung bowl site in pursuit of another title.
That’s never a bad thing.
I grew up in what was, for the most part, a non-sporting family. My mother didn’t care for sports, my dad only liked boxing, my oldest brother was a Rhodes Scholar who studied at Oxford and the older brother closest in age to me was more concerned with motors than anything that had to do with a ball or puck.