To Paula, Madison, and Sydney…as Mat Kearney sings, “You are the air I breathe.”

—Jason Wilde

To members of the sportswriting fraternity—past, present, and future—who know what it’s like to stare at an empty screen with deadline approaching and feel a sense of dread and panic give way to the addictive rush that comes when flying fingers create flowing phrases in a finished product that leaves you wanting to do it again—and do it better—the next time around.

—Drew Olson