It was Sunday, September 9, 2001 and I had just covered a Jets-Colts game. I got a post-game bite at a local restaurant not far from Giants Stadium with some fellow reporters. I remember us having a few laughs and talking about our careers. Some of these guys are my best friends in the world—Mike Mancuso, Larry Hardesty, Bill Meth, Howie Karpin, Bob Grochowski, and Tom Mariam. Little did we realize that it would be our last night of sports reporting in the pre-9/11 world. We had all been through so much but were about to experience something two days later that we never thought possible—an attack on the mainland of this country from a terrorist group that wanted to see our way of life dead and buried.