Rick Reilly quit writing.
Not reading his column anymore is sure to be as unusual as Shaq making a free throw. The Cubs winning a Series. Wakefield frying a radar gun.
I looked forward to the column.
Sometimes it amazed. Other times it aggravated.
Whether it was amazing or aggravating, most of the time I felt like I could become a writer from reading it.
His column — one I first discovered in Sports Illustrated — showed what happens when sports takes a back seat to the people who play them.
Rick Reilly quit writing, and reading sports won’t be the same.
A hundred words on the end of a sports column
