March 04, 2011
It was another Tuesday morning, post 7:15a opening, and nothing of note. I remember thinking " I want to see the Trinidad-Hopkins fight, but Tito has his hometown crowd at the MSG, and if things don't go Tito's way, watch out." Sure, it would have been great to see an undefeated boxer at, or close to his prime face a beast of a man at the same arena that hosted Ali-Frazier, but the more prudent side of me said NO. Anyway, I left the pit -with a replacement clerk in tow- on my way for breakfast when one of the many monitors at the CBOT displayed a WTC building hosting a small plane. I remember thinking "not even a Kennedy is capable of such a fuck up," and I grabbed my clerk and said "we are under attack, let's go."
Fuck breakfast. We ran back to the pit. More to follow