I was angry yesterday around 2:30. I had been sitting in the doctor's office for about 45 minutes and I had not been seen. I was only there to get the results of blood work, and I didn't understand why I had to sit for so long. I read my Bill Simmons article, I talked to my mother, and I was STILL sitting there waiting. Finally my doctor came in and told me that for some reason my liver enzymes were elevated, and I'd have to undergo more tests to figure out the cause. I was instantly paranoid, and I couldn't wait to get home to google the causes for such a thing.

Since I had to be at the Verizon Center by 6pm to cover the NBA draft, I didn't have much time to stop home, but I did anyway. I told my lady of new liver issues, we talked a bit, and when I sat down to google "liver enzymes", I peeked at my Twitter page, and I noticed that there were several mentions of Michael Jackson's cardiac arrest, but nothing was confirmed. Right before I left, CNN reported that he was in the hospital, but I didn't focus on it, because I had an NBA draft to cover.

On my way to the Verizon Center, I got numerous texts that told me MJ died, and I was in denial. I turned off my phone, and proceeded to immerse myself in draft related issues. I got interviews, audio, I hobnobbed with the media, and for a good 2-3 hours, I didn't think about MJ. It came up in passing, but there was a job to be done, and I did it.

From the moment I left work, until this very moment, I was just immersed in MJ. Tributes, videos, pictures of his stretcher, Jermaine's greasy ass on tv, just all MJ all the time, I was just sad. Not sad in the crying way, just sad that the source of my 30+ year man crush was taken so damn abruptly. Someone that big, shouldn't go that way, although I'm smart to know I don't dictate those terms.

You know what's really strange? As my brother mentioned to me about 10 minutes ago, two days ago I had just talked about how the Temptations passing away affected my father, and I wondered when and if I would have to deal with a death to a musical hero of mine. And here it is, and I don't know how to handle it.