As a journalist from time to time you get the sad privilage of announcing the death of someone. Obviously countless other journalists are writing the exact same article, but chances are some people are going to learn about that person’s passing from you.

I wrote my first such article today about Macho Man Randy Savage. It was a simple piece, but oddly hard to write, it was hard to hold back quite how genuinely upset I was. Never in a million years when I started down this professional path did I think I’d report the death of Macho Man Randy Savage.

The Macho Man was my favourite wrestler growing up. And though I grew out of wrestling by about the age of 10, his passing made me think about the excitment I felt watching him fight the Ultimate Warrior at SummerSlam in 1992, curled up on the sofa with my Dad and my little brother.

He was a part of that memory, a memory I have always cherished, and now he’s gone.

Godspeed Macho Man. My first hero.