The Historical Eye of the Tiger is just now waking from a euphoric, tryptophan-induced slumber brought on by all the chicken and turkey we Tigers have gorged ourselves upon since Thanksgiving Day. Having sleep-walked through the final week of November in a dreamlike state, content that the world has been restored to its proper order with our Tigers at the top of the food chain and the chickens rightfully confined to their pen, not even the anticipation of a second consecutive ACC championship as the calendar turned to December could rouse the Historical Eye for more than the three hours and thirty-six minutes of the actual game.