For my money, he probably wrote the greatest paragraph to have ever been printed in the English language. It was about football, of course:
I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightning flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions.
Lewis, rest in peace. The Dawgs are gonna win a title this year.
You can read a lot of Lewis' old columns here. Between that and the Final Four... well, work is over-rated.