The setting: The Media room at the Garden Tuesday night after the Celtics outlasted the Pistons in game one of the Eastern Conference Finals.

Detroit Free Press columnist Mitch Albom was feverishly working on his column to beat deadline. (Here’s the finished product.) Some media members had gone over to the Flip Saunders press conference, but many remained, pecking away at their computers in the large, spacious room. Albom’s cell phone rings. Multiple sources confirm to us that Albom opened it up and barked: “The column’s coming! Don’t fucking call me! You hear me!” He then hangs up.

The five people Mitch Albom will meet on the way to heaven (hell?): Mateen Cleaves and Jason Richardson, whoever runs this blog, Bryan Curtis, AJ for calling him a “poofy-haired gnome“, and every copy editor at the Freep who had to put up with this type of garbage from the paper’s “star” columnist.