Using the restroom at 108 Red Stitches Headquarters has been quite depressing these past few months.

No, nobody has any weird bowel diseases or drug addictions that leave them face down in the lav...

We just miss reading Rick Reilly.

Turn to the back page of a recent Sports Illustrated article. For as long as we can remember, Reilly's face was the first thing I saw whenever I got my magazine in the mail. I can fondly remember running to the mailbox every Wednesday and flipping furiously to the end, looking for another Rick Reilly classic.

I've knocked down the 100 pound Barnes and Noble shelf stocker, just to make sure I'd get a copy of his most recent paperback.

Now that Reilly's gone, something is missing.

Turn to the back page of your SI...there's a story about a man who holds the record for most days surfing (consecutively). Its a story about the Cal Ripken of waves. Towards the end of the article, the author (who knows his name, and frankly, who cares) writes about this man's wife, and how she's dying. She won't make it until Christmas.

Then, the article ends.

And that's just the beginning of the millions of reasons why we miss Reilly.

Reilly would have given the reader an opportunity to do what they do best; care. Take a look at Reilly's Nothing But Nets campaign. Reilly writes an article, scores of readers take up the cause, and donate generously.

Don't tell us there's a problem, and not give us the means to come up with a solution.

Reilly knew us best, don't treat us like we're stupid.

Your readers have the power to change the world, let us do it.