I was woken up that morning by the phone ringing. The night before I was at an A's game. They beat the Rangers 7 to 1. Even for a Giants fan like me, it as a great game to watch. College classes on Tuesday didn't start until late in the day, so I had plenty of time to sleep in. The phone ringing was the last thing I wanted to happen. Or so I thought.
It was my Dad calling. With panic in his voice he told me he was okay. He was in New York for work and the first tower had just been hit. He told me to turn on the TV. I sat in my room and watched in horror as the second tower was hit and together they crumbled. Everything I thought knew about the United States went down with those two buildings. How could this have happened?
My Dad was stuck in New York for a few days after that. Flights were grounded. Bridges were closed. Trains and buses were full. Finally they tracked down a rent-a-car and drove cross country on Route 66 back to California.
Baseball resumed a few days later. Barry Bonds ended up hitting 71 home runs that year, and the A's clinched the Wild Card for the American League. But everyone had a heavy heart after September eleventh. And things didn't seem to matter the same way they did before. Our world was forever changed.
We all remember that day. Where we were, how we found out, and how it effected us.
Where were you on September 11 2001?
If you blogged about where you were, leave a link in the comments.
Let's all remember the day we will never forget.