Me:"Check the fuckin order, and get an order number."
Clerk:"OK."
The news wire said that planes were heading toward buildings that had the name "Board of Trade," and people started to evacuate. I remember thinking,"get cash, and food." I had no idea idea what we were facing, but I did get cash, and wake up a sister who crashed at my place to ask for the keys to her car to get gas, and more non-perishable food items. The rest of the day involved time spent with friends contemplating "12 Monkey Style" end of the world scenarios, and who would win the World Series.
The Tito-Hopkins fight was a classic, and the first major post 911 sporting event in the country. Before the gladiators were announced, I remember the crowd at MSG erupting as the NYC fireman walked to their much deserved seats. When I saw them walking down the isle, as they were honored by the arena, and our nation, I broke down and cried.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2sWjouB1YA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtZNNV4d_rA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjA_RtsBfAo&feature=related
