"America loves life. We love death. That is the difference between us." Those were the chilling words from Osama Bin Laden to a reporter in the mountains of Pakistan just about two months after the horrific day back in 2001 known simply as "9-11." I remember that morning very vividly and with the five year anniversary just two days away I find myself right back on 3rd avenue on a beautiful Tuesday morning.
The 2001 NFL season kicked off on Sunday, September 9th and New York Football Giant fans like me were still feeling the effects of an embarassing Super Bowl loss to the Ravens. My wife was on her way to my cousin's bridal shower while I was packing up my stuff at Chelsea Piers and heading over to Hooters on West 57th for a full day of football. The Jets were the early game that day and the Giants were out in Denver for a Monday Night matchup with the Broncos. I spent five and a half hours that day watching football as an appetizer for the only game I really cared about...Giants and Broncos on Monday Night!
My wife and I lived in a small apartment on West 21st and 8th avenue, the Chelsea section of Manhattan, back in 2001. We watched the game that Monday night in cramped quarters and the Giants got whacked. Brian Griese had a big night for Denver and the only bad news for the Broncos that night was a severe leg injury to starting wideout Eddie McCaffrey. In the end the Giants were 0-1 and I thought that was a big deal. That was until about nine hours later.
Like I did every day I parked my car in the WFAN parking lot and headed across the street for my daily appearance on the "Imus in the Morning Show." The sky was a perfect azure that morning, not a cloud. My buddy and Executive Producer Bernard McGuirk was doing interviews on the street because of the mayoral primary and Program Director Mark Chernoff assumed the duties of producer that fateful morning. It was about 7:45 a.m. and it was time for my bi-hourly sports update. Imus was pounding me because he knew how much I loved the Giants and they got demolished the night before. He was asking me why I would wear a football jersey to work or to a game if there was no chance of me playing. In essence, he was exposing me for the sports geek that I am. That's when Mark Chernoff put up on the small tv screens in front of me and Imus...."fire at the World Trade Center....we'll have more details." Back to talking Giant football. That didn't last very long.
I remember Warner Wolf, one of the nations most prominent sports anchors, calling us from his building in Battery Park alerting us that a second plane had just hit the tower that wasn't burning. I remember Warner's heart breaking second call that one of the towers had just crumbled to the ground right before his very eyes. I remember calling my wife and telling her to get the fuck out because she was working across the street from the Empire State Building at the time and I thought for sure that was the next target. I remember waiting hours for a 4 train to take me uptown to wait with a very close friend for a call from her boyfriend's brother that never came. I remember too much about that day....that's the problem.
I make my home now in South Florida and I think it's become obvious that my family and I enjoy it down here and this is a place we have no problem calling home. But no matter where I live the rest of my life I am and always will be a New Yorker. You see folks it goes beyond the Mets, Giants, Rangers and Knicks. I walked up and down the West Side Highway the morning of September 12th, 2001 and cheered the firemen and police on their impossible rescue task. I gazed at the thousands of pictures of the missing and the presumed dead on the hospital walls that were walking distance from my apartment. I took the phone call just days prior from my friend Ari Jacobs inviting me to his 30th birthday party. He went for a business breakfast at the famous "Windows of the World" restaurant that morning. His son Gabriel was born just six days after 9-11. That boy will never meet his father. I knew and liked a bunch of people who went to work in those buildings on September 11th and NEVER walked out. I remember too much about that day....that's the problem.
It's five years later and I think we can all readily admit that the terrorists accomplished what they set out to do. They killed over 3,000 people that day between New York, Pennsylvania and Washington D.C. and more importantly changed our whole perspective on homeland security. Do we have it?
Let me say this to the countless murderers out there that wake up every day envisioning ways to destroy our freedoms. Fuck you. Say what you want about George Bush and the countless mistakes this administration has made since that day but we still live in the greatest country in the world and there's nothing a murdering terrorist could ever do to change that.
We still watch "Entourage." There is still a "Miss Miami Contest" on the Sid Rosenberg Show. We will still host Super Bowl 41 right here in our very own backyard. My daughter will grow up and become a huge success while you guys sit in your caves flicking flies out of your nappy beards.
God Bless our kids that are still sacrificing their lives every day in Iraq and all around the world for this country (whether you believe in the war or not!). God Bless the countless mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers that lost loved ones back on September 11th. You see.....I remember too much about that day....and the more I think about it....maybe that's a good thing.