Ralph Wiley Dead

Ralph Wiley, a favorite writer of mine, is dead at fifty-two. I'll probably never meet him.

I often disagreed with him, especially with some of the ideas he argued for in his books, but I admired the way he refused to treat ideas as if they existed in a vacuum. He wanted to deal with the whole man, and seemed to insist on knowing what the guy who was arguing for one idea or another was like.

Here is the ESPN.com archive of the columns he wrote for them.