The last sportswriter standing. Forever.

My friend Jerry Green was going outlast all of us, or so we joked. But we knew that this day was going to come, no matter how much we wanted to pretend otherwise.

My friend Jerry Green died Thursday evening. He would frequently tell me to get the point faster in my writing, so there you go.

It would be inappropriate to say that it was a shock, because he was 94, but it still hurts. A lot. I’ve never known a day on this planet where Jerry wasn’t a sports writer, crafting lovely pieces. Somewhere, in my basement, is…