Thirteen years ago, everything changed, and we will never be the same. On September 11, 2001, the Twin Towers in New York City were hit with two hijacked planes, along with a plane that crashed into the Pentagon, and a plane that crashed in a town outside of Pittsburgh , killing almost 3,000 people.
We all remember where we were when we heard the news. Even all these years later, it’s hard to look at pictures from that day without getting a little teary eyed. Luckily, a distant family member who worked in one of the towers, happened to be going into the office late that day. For countless others, they weren’t as lucky.
Baseball, for me, has been a therapy. Whenever things are going wrong, I know I can always count on baseball to make things better. Baseball was put on hold because there are things more important than baseball. When it returned, it was amazing. The first game to be played in New York after the attacks, was on September 21st, with the Mets beating the Atlanta Braves, 2-1 on a 2 run home run by Mike Piazza. 2001 had so many great baseball stories to it. The Seattle Mariners tied an MLB regular season record by winning 116 games, Barry Bonds passing Mark McGwire’s single season home run record, and the New York Yankees going for their fourth straight World Series title.
Over Labor Day weekend, my boyfriend and I went to Arizona for the weekend to visit my mom. While we were there, we went to the Arizona Diamondbacks game. Wes and I got to talking to the guy sitting in front of us, and this guy is my new hero. From 1998-2013, he served as police officer at Yankee Stadium, as well as being a first responder on 9/11. He told us that he lost six buddies, including three that he served in the Marines with, one being his Sergeant. The words “holy shit” just came out. Wes asked him which was harder: losing the 2001 World Series, or losing in the 2004 ALCS to the Boston Red Sox after being up 3-0. “2001. No question.” He explained that after everything that had happened, to lose the World Series was heartbreaking.
The 2001 World Series opened in Arizona, the next time it would open in a National League ballpark would be 2010, before returning to New York for Game 3 on October 30. President George W. Bush threw out the Ceremonial First Pitch, being the first current President since Eisenhower in 1956 to do so in a World Series, while wearing a FDNY sweatshirt. Chants of U-S-A filled the stadium. I remember watching the game at home with my mom getting chills and crying. The saying at the time “United We Stand” was exactly what that moment was. Despite the fact that the Yankees had knocked my A’s out of the playoffs with the infamous Derek Jeter flip just weeks before, and that the Yankees were playing the Arizona Diamondbacks, my National League team, I had to cheer for the Yankees. I wanted them to win, for the same reason as the guy from the game said. That city deserved something great in that moment. Baseball makes everything better, and winning the World Series would have been the biggest lift for that city.
My biggest regret in my two trips to New York in 2012, was that I didn’t get to see the 9/11 memorial. I didn’t have much time, and the thought of rushing through it all didn’t seem right. When I do make it out to New York again, I plan on setting several hours aside to soak it all in.