Baseball Musings
Baseball Musings
April 12, 2005
Baseball and September 11

I had forgotten the feelings of grief.

Within the first minute of Nine Inning from Ground Zero they all came flooding back. The documentary starts with Luis Gonzalez approaching the plate in the bottom of the ninth in game 7. Joe Buck describes it as "the chance of a lifetime." Mariano Rivera goes into his pitch as the scene fades to black and comes up again to see what is happening in the bowels of the rubble of the World Trade Center at the same time. Two months later, and there's still smoke rising from the debris. The shells of building still hang in the background as people labor to clean up the site. It's a scene from hell Dante could not imagine.

Nine Innings from Ground Zero chronicles how baseball helped a city heal. Ballplayers became volunteers packing relief supplies in a stadium parking lot. They became ambassadors, visiting the families and friends of the victims, providing comfort and relief. And they became heroes staging comeback after comeback when all seemed lost.

This movie was an emotional rollercoaster. I found myself moved to tears by the footage of collaspe of the towers and by Mike Piazza's home run in the first game at Shea after the tragedy. The first out of grief, the second out of happiness for the people of the Big Apple. Time dulls the memory of ordinary New Yorkers making food for the firemen, buying carts of bottled water for thirsty workers, lining the streets and cheering as rescuers drove south to the disaster.

The real stars of Nine Innings from Ground Zero are the fans who found solice in the game. Kieran Lynch lost two brothers on the 104th floor of the World Trade Center. He was in the muck and choose game 5 to start climbing out. When Brosius hit the home run to tie the game, he was hugging people he didn't even know. He was out of the muck.

This is a film that should be in your collection. I'm going to bring out once a year or so to remind me of what happened that awful day, because I so easily forget. But I'll also bring it out to remind myself just how inspiring this game can be to many people for many different reasons.


Posted by David Pinto at 01:37 PM | Movies | TrackBack (0)
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I was at home on September 11, when my Mom called to ask if we were ok. Not know what happened, we went out to look - our apartment at the time was on the New Jersey side of the Hudson, near the Holland Tunnel. My wife and I were outside when the first tower collapsed - we did not stay out to watch after that.

Thankfully, I lost no one that day.

My wife and I were at both game 4 and game 5 of the World Series. Game 4 was on Halloween, my birthday, and what a great present it was to have the dramatic comeback. Then, to go back and have it happen again the very next night was incredible. Bit bummed by the final outcome of game 7...

We also went to see U2 play in Madison Square Garden on November 3 - I remember going to the restroom and seeing the runs pile up against Pettitte. At the end of their concert, they played "Walk On" in front of a projection of the names of the passengers on the four airlines scrolling past, something they would repeat during their Superbowl performance a few months later.

It was a great week of healing for me and my wife.

Posted by: Clay at April 12, 2005 03:28 PM

Great post and review of this documentary. I have planned on watching this, but will certainly make a point to do so sooner now.

Most people don't realize the tremendous positive influence and healing power that baseball has had in its history. From the Great Depression, WWI and most especially in the weeks following Pearl Harbor, baseball has been there to provide an escape and a tie that binds. As occurred after 9/11, the game of baseball and the baseball community continue to be a great comfort to the citizens of our country in a time of sorrow.

Baseball and America are deeply intertwined, and this is most obvious when times are toughest.

Posted by: Roger Cunard at April 12, 2005 03:51 PM

I went to high school three blocks away from the site of the WTC. I certainly wasn't jumping around for joy the first few days after. Though, I probably was not as bad off as anyone who lost a family member, and rightfully so. But baseball definitely helped me get away from the worries of real life when it returned after September 11th.

Posted by: Adam B. at April 13, 2005 04:15 AM
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