At times, there are stories that just transcend everything else. Last night was one of those times.
I was feverishly reading recaps of WWE’s Extreme Rules PPV while watching the New York Mets play the Philadelphia Phillies on ESPN.
I was EXTREMELY excited that Christian won the World Heavyweight Title, a well-earned feat after years of hard work.
Meanwhile, the Mets and Phillies were battling it out in a pitcher’s duel where Mets starter Chris Young was surprisingly pitching like Cy Young (no relation), while Phillies ace (not named Roy Halladay) Cliff Lee was pitching like Sandy Koufax (like always).
Then, I find out that President Obama called for a 10:30 pm ET press conference, with the subject UNANNOUNCED.
UNANNOUNCED, REALLY?
Everything else stopped.
My mind wandered off into thoughts that something big just happened in our world — the ENTIRE world — and the way things have been going lately – with tornadoes and gas prices and other things — I honestly thought something catastrophic occurred.
And then the news broke.
And my thoughts of catastrophe turned to real tears of joy and sheer jubilation.
And I wasn’t the only one, both at the Mets-Phillies game…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahAz4c2H3Sw
…or at the WWE Extreme Rules PPV:
Below is the poem I wrote last night after I collected my bearings and really thought about what just happened:
May Day
The New York Mets struggle to keep their lead
on one of many blurry baseball days
they look much like that team from Major League
losing many close games in different ways
Tim Byrdak relieves Izzy in the eighth
F***! I know where this is headed all right
with this team it’s just so hard to have faith
Wait. What? Obama is speaking tonight?
I grab the remote. Type. My fingers flip.
CNN. FOX News. MSNBC.
They all speculate. They shoot from the lip.
The story breaks. Tears. I can’t f****** see.
The Mets remain locked in a 1-1 “war”
Bin Laden’s body gets dragged to Hell’s door.
And I’ll leave you with this final thought for today:
Where were you last night, where were you THE night, when Osama Bin Laden was killed?
It’s a story that personally — just like the morning of September 11th, 2001 — I will never, ever forget.
