Tift loved life. For those of us who were lucky to have known him, he was larger than life. Yes, he stood at a strapping 6-5 with broad shoulders, but his effervescent personality is what captivated everyone in his orbit. You couldn’t help but be happy in his presence. Whether it was a joke, a story or a nickname, many times just adding the word meister to the end of someone’s name, you would smile.
Having food and a beverage with Coach T was always a culinary experience even if you were eating something as simple as pizza. The poetic description of the ingredients when ordering was followed by the sensory explosion he would narrate starting with the eyes as the pie was lowered, the aroma he would inhale and then finally the taste buds.
Some of my fondest Athletics memories were at lunches spearheaded by Tift, traditionally the week of Thanksgiving, at El Tapatio, a tiny Mexican restaurant he had found in Santa Ana. He would order several Familia platters and the banquet of laughs, stories and delicious food would last for hours. He cherished his people and his people cherished him.