Me? I was at the City Paper offices on the morning of June 19, 1986. At the time, I was an intern doing arts listings in the paper's headquarters, a small rowhouse on 6th Street NW which for reasons that mystify me still stands.

It was hot and I was sweaty, as per usual. I went out to get something soft to drink at a liquor store down the block, and the guy behind the counter asked me if I liked basketball.

I said yes, with goofy enthusiasm.

"You like Len Bias?" he said.

"I love Len Bias!" I told him, even goofier and with absolute earnestness.

"He's dead," the clerk said.

So 25 years ago Sunday, if you saw a soggy white guy crying into a bottle of seltzer water in Chinatown, maybe that was me.

Thankfully, Without Bias, the moving documentary on his life, has finally been released. Unlike the recent Marion Barry doc, this one is loaded with moving interviews with all the major players from his family to the friends who were with him in that dorm room that night. No portrait of Bias comes closer to getting at the truth about Bias' cocaine use and the political impact of his death. [the tragedy played a role in the creation of mandatory minimum sentencing laws].

The documentary  had apparently sat on shelves for years. The movie's trailer has been up on youtube since February 2008. Only late last month did the movie have its premiere on University of Maryland's campus. It's now airing on ESPN. It's a must see.