Lisa Horne and I used to have intense debates when we both were at Fox.
I enjoyed her writing so much that when she left one day and came back proclaiming the value of a new site she had joined called Bleacher Report, I followed right behind her.
We agreed on nothing, and also on everything.
When we joined Bleacher Report, the NBA playoffs were going on. Despite her Southern California roots, she is a Boston Celtics fan. I am a Los Angeles Lakers fan.
She was taken aback when I predicted the Celtics to win. And so it went.
No two people could be more different than Lisa and myself. She is young and beautiful, the age of my grandchildren. I am old and have enough wrinkles to advertise for rejuvenating cream.
But, some way, we clicked. Our articles were so intertwined with one-on-one comments that some folks here thought we were a duo act.
Lisa is a professional writer of stories. The stories I wove concerned the world of young men's competition.
Lisa took us to a place where the hopes and dreams of youth met the sweat and grime of practice, and the interview that followed.
Who among us didn't laugh with her when she shared the trip to the men's locker room? Who did not feel her pain when her beloved Trojans lost to Oregon State?
I wrote an article the next day aimed at hopefully helping ease her frustration, along with the other members of the USC family, by stating it was decided by divine intervention.
Like the trooper she is, Lisa picked herself up, gathered her thoughts, and set the world on fire with her articles after that, not once playing the pity card over the hard-luck loss in Corvallis.
Along the way, we shared our love of college football with many other writers. The people I met with Lisa in the B/R college football section will always be with me, whether they continue to write or not.
Sometimes it is the time to move on. To say to your friends here and elsewhere that you have been called to another duty, perhaps to your family, sometimes to pursue a dream, and recognize a writer owes it to themselves to enjoy what they do.
Eventually, for one reason or the other, everyone reading this will have that feeling.
So to our greatest writer ever in Bleacher Report, know that we respect your decision, and know that you are a person who makes good choices in life.
So what becomes of Bleacher Report? Well, it will continue on; a site that develops writers will find many readers, and thus, many great writers will follow. What came first, the chicken or the egg?
The mind is always eager for challenging activity.
I just know that there will never be another Lisa Horne. We will miss you—and your brilliant writing.
May the wind always be at your back, may the road you travel rise up to meet you, and may God bless you on your future path.
Perhaps this one time she will not mind an "Irish" saying.