Honestly, we have nothing against Sports Illustrated superstar Rick Reilly. Sure, he mails it in seemingly twice a month, his sudden conversation to an anti-steroid advocate seems to only go for people not named Bill Romanowski and we have no idea what that "Riffs Of Reilly" thing is supposed to be about. But when Reilly is on his game, as rare as he is these days, he still can wipe the floor with most other columnists. We still read him every week, just in case he decided to turn it on. We're usually left wanting.
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