Sleepless night.
FULL DISCLOSURE:
I grew up with Tim. When I say I grew up with Tim, I mean I knew him since he was six, and I was four, and I saw him every day for more than a decade. His younger brother and I were best friends throughout school. We were 2 years younger, and we thought everything Tim said was gospel. It mostly was.
Tim taught me the easy way to throw a curveball in little league. He taught me how to shoot a bow and a gun. He, by demonstration, taught me every legal (and illegal) wrestling move known to man. In high school weightlifting class, Tim made everyone look like a slacker.
When he went to UM, it didn't matter if he ever saw the field. The entire town was so proud that one of its sons had made it out and accomplished something. Probably very few of us ever expected that he would achieve what he achieved in a Griz uniform. More impressive to me and most around me was what he achieved out of one. He made everyone around him want to be better.
I know I have stirred up some shit on here about Gonzaga basketball, but I just wanted to share some stories and join in grieving the loss of a man who had a tremendous impact on my life. GO GRIZ!