9/11

I guess I unknowlingly didn't post anything on September 11th. I guess that could be seen as a moment of silence.

I guess I should talk about this day.

I remember being in middle school. I remember having gym first and I remember seeing planes around during gym class. For some reason I thought something unusual was going on with the planes. I don't know why I thought that. None of the planes that hit the Twin Towers flew near my school.

I remember sitting in Math class when the principal came over the loud-speakers to announce what had happened. They didn't mention a terrorist attack...they just said that two small planes hit the World Trade Center and that more information was coming. We were talking about probability at the time and I remember this kid named Eric Demaio saying "Well what are the odds that two planes hit the twin towers on the same day." We had no idea how that event would shape history.

As it turned out a former neighbor of ours died that day. As did his sister. I was neighborhood friends with their handicap son. I remember his son giving me this great gift for my birthday one year. It was a Michael Jordan jersey. I have always treasured that gift.

I also remember that sports helped heal us as a country. I remember all the NYPD and FDNY hats that the Mets wore. I remember all of the patriotism that there was and how sports took our mind off of what had just happened.

I distinctly remember that I cried (which doesn't happen all that often) at the first Mets game that I went to after the attack on 9/11. I remember seeing the police cross walk signs covered with missing people fliers. I cried, or atleast tears came to my eyes because I knew that all of those people had died. I realized that all of those families had lost someone they loved and it was a bit overwhelming to see so many missing people fliers at Shea Stadium that day.