Rubin: Reflections on 9/11

Sports and Life returned with passion and joy after 9/11 occurred.

By Dan Rubin 

I used to think it meant everything to live and die with my teams. At the ripe old age of 15, five days before I turned 16 and prepared to get a learner’s permit to drive, I walked into Malden Catholic High School thinking about soccer and football games. I hated St. John’s Prep, as if they were the New York Yankees. I was thinking about how Drew Bledsoe could lead the Patriots to a Super Bowl.

Then, in ten minutes time, it all changed.

Brother Robert Green, CFX made an announcement that planes had hit the World Trade Center, which forced us into an early morning prayer for the victims. I remember sitting in Mr. Kaufman’s homeroom as a high school junior, and I remember the empty feeling.  Suddenly, sports didn’t matter.

Of course, sports reentered my life with the same passion as before, but the passion is different, more tempered. I used to lose sleep, even at 15, when the Bruins and Patriots failed. Now, I appreciate just being able to watch a hockey game or football game, and I appreciate the ability to sit back and enjoy them for what they are.

One day changed my opinion and outlook. I learned to appreciate hard work, sacrifice, and that my neighbor, a St. John’s Prep alumnus in the Marine Corps was more of a hero than Byron Dafoe. I also learned that life is too short to say, “I can’t.” I learned to appreciate all the feelings including the first time I fell and cracked my rear end on the ice, which was when I learned to skate.

My life took a simpler, more positive outlook. Every day is a gift. Just being able to sit back and enjoy a football game, cover a baseball game, or broadcast a hockey game is better than anything I ever imagined on September 10, 2001.

So, my world changed as everyone else’s did. And while that doesn’t change the fact that millions of people have suffered as a result of that tragedy, it’s a silver lining that somewhere; somehow, some good just might have come out of it.

Willwerth: Reflections on 9/11

By Brian Willwerth 

The tragic events of September 11, 2001 will go down as one of the moments in history when everyone remembers where he/she was.  For me, I was lying in bed that Tuesday morning when I saw the news. I had the day off from work, but ended up working many, many hours in the days that followed.

I remembered going to the mall that day to eat lunch with my mother, partly to escape the horrific images that filled our TV sets.  But I will never forget the sight of people crowding around every single television in the electronics store, watching the uninterrupted news coverage. Everything changed that day. As a result, we became more patriotic as a nation.

All sports were cancelled. When the sights and sounds of balls and bats became part of our daily lives again, I will never forget seeing St. Louis Cardinals’ broadcaster Jack Buck, standing in the middle of Busch Stadium. He read a patriotic poem, and then responded to critics who said baseball had returned too soon following 9/11:

“Should we be here tonight?  Yes.”

Noonan: Reflections on 9/11

We need to always remember the brave New York City firefighters who helped so many on 9/11!

By Matt Noonan 

It’s hard to believe that 10 years have gone by so quickly and yet, so much has changed in my life, as well as the world. Although, when I think back to that horrific day, the first thing that comes to mind was that gorgeous morning in Boston.

I remember my father driving me to school, and saying, “Matt, this is a beautiful day!” It was a gorgeous morning, especially since the temperature was perfect, the sun was shinning ever so brightly and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.

However, Mother Nature couldn’t protect us from the awful terrorist attacks, which I didn’t know too much about until I had returned home from school that day. I remember watching the terrifying images of the World Trade Center towers collapsing in my living room with my mother and sister and yes, I was speechless.

Seeing buildings, such as the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon crushed left a sour taste in my mouth and all I could do was ask, why us? Why did we deserve this incredibly awful event? What did we do wrong?

Well, as someone who majored in American Studies at Wheaton College (MA), I think it’s fair to say that the United States of America has endured some troubling, challenging and daunting moments over the years. From the early days of the Puritans to the Civil War to Equal Rights, we’ve all seen significant changes that have affected our lifestyles, as well as questioned our Patriotism too.

Yet, in the end, what do we always learn? Well, that the Americans always prevail.

Overall, I think it’s fair to state that this particular day is yet another reminder that we are all Patriots. Indeed, we’re always going to be challenged by other countries, leaders and various people who don’t always agree with our beliefs or values, but all in all, we can’t forget about the brave men, women and children over the years that have fought to protect our freedom and establish unity.

This is America, land of the free and the home of the brave and on this exact day, we can’t forget it.

In closing, I’d like to ask that you all take a few minutes to step aside from your regular scheduled day to reflect on the meaning of this day, as well as think about those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom. Also, on behalf of everyone at Noontime Sports, I’d like to say a special thanks to all that continue to defend the Constitution of the United States.

Daily Noontime – July 18, 2011

It just wasn't meant to be!

It’s Monday, which means the week is ready to begin, right? Well, we believe so, which is why we present the Daily Noontime for Monday July 18, 2011, enjoy! 


* Team Japan seemed to have something more than USA, as they defeated the Americans in the FIFA World Cup 2011 Finals. Yet, was this particular match an upset?

* Sunday’s World Cup Final was well watched, but really, what does this particular outcome mean to the United States of America?

Abby Wambach finished the World Cup tournament with four goals for Team USA, but didn’t finish the job, right?

* Darren Clarke finished Sunday as the winner of the British Open, which is somewhat exciting, right, golf fans?

* Apparently, sources have confirmed some interesting news in regards to one of Tiger Woods‘s women.

* It seemed that Woods was an inspiration for Clarke at the British Open.

Games to Watch: 

* Cleveland at Minnesota (MLB) – 1:10pm eastern 

* New York Yankees at Tampa Bay (MLB) – 7:00pm eastern 

* Boston at Baltimore (MLB) – 7:05pm eastern 

Daily Noontime – July 5, 2011

Great news for the Americans, as Tyler Farrar finished the Tour de France 3rd Stage in First Place!

Happy Tuesday, as well as post-Fourth of July too! It’s going to be a great day, so let’s kick it off with the Daily Noontime, enjoy! 


* According to some reports, the NFL Lockout may have taken a turn for the worst as some retired players aren’t happy with the way talks are going.

Tyler Farrar finished the 3rd Stage of the Tour de France, which is a promising sign for American riders, right?

* Well, apparently the Pittsburgh Pirates are a decent team these days, as they beat the Washington Nationals badly on Monday, 10-2.

* It appears that the Dallas Cowboys, according to some news reports have made “tentative” plans for training camp.

* With the NBA Lockout in its beginning stages, one has to realize that the owners “can’t play ball” and need to work with together, as well as with the player representatives too.

* So, there’s already a list of winners and losers thus far from the NHL off-season, which is great news, right?

Games to Watch: 

* New York Yankees at Cleveland (MLB) – 7:05pm

* Toronto at Boston (MLB) – 7:10pm eastern 

* Colorado at Atlanta (MLB) – 7:10pm eastern 

Video of the Day: 

In case you didn’t have enough hot dogs on Monday, here’s the final few minutes of the 2011 Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest, enjoy!

Rubin: Savoring the Importance of a “Ball Game”

Often times, sports can teach values and lessons, but it can also be the perfect way to disconnect from the world for a few hours.

By Dan Rubin

On Sunday night, I went to bed relatively early, gearing up for a tough week of work. I figured I’d get a head start on the night, given that the Boston Celtics had already lost Game 1 to Miami, and I’d spent most of the day outdoors with my girlfriend and her family. When I cycled one last time through Twitter, I saw a couple of tweets that President Barack Obama had a major announcement in store.

Instead of rolling over, I thought how odd it was that Mr. President was making an announcement at 10 PM on a Sunday; that’s hardly prime time for any announcement. So I instinctively ran down my stairs and told my dad what was going on. Wolf Blitzer said it dealt with “national security,” but I figured if it was a major attack against the United States, or if something was compromised, I would’ve heard about it before the President spoke.

As the next hour unfolded, the news spoke what we now know – that a group of Navy Seals ran an operation in Pakistan that ultimately led to the death and burial at sea of Osama Bin Laden. And almost immediately I thought back to a time nearly 10-years ago when I sat in my homeroom at Malden Catholic High School and heard the announcement from my headmaster, Brother Robert Green, CFX.  And I thought mostly about how weird the week was.

There were no sports on television. There was no football, no baseball, no nothing. It was the first time I can remember where I went home and didn’t do anything. Usually, I’d have ESPN in the background, some baseball or something to distract me from homework. And even as I type this, I have an NBA game in the background, at least to provide that noise. But for six days, there was nothing. There was only somber depression, candles, and prayers of thousands of lives stripped by zealots.

At the time, I didn’t realize it, but sports gripped my 15-year old life even greater. It was the first time I’d lost something innocent, and I would, in the coming weeks, grip the little things about the games that I still hold with me. When Jack Buck read his poem at Busch Stadium, it was there. And when Mike Piazza blasted his homerun on September 21, 2001 against the Atlanta Braves, I didn’t cry. I just closed my eyes, and I soaked in what was an awesome atmosphere in front of me.

Often times, ballparks or games can take our minds away from distractions or horrific events in the world.

As a 25-year old budding journalist, I tend to be extremely critical. I always know a way to do something better than someone (just ask me, I’ll tell you). But then again, that’s my job. What happened this weekend, and what I’ve waited to write about, is something greater. It’s a subject I sort of touched upon a couple of weeks ago when I discussed the San Francisco Giants fan who was beaten to a life-threatening coma outside Dodger Stadium. It’s something that I think we should all hang onto.

You see – sports have a way to connect to our lives, and that’s what makes them so great.  Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, we can escape the troubles of our lives and immerse ourselves in competition.  When we’re inside stadiums, when we’re inside arenas, we are a faceless, nameless mass. We are a chanting group of one, with no race, religion, social stature, or political class. We are merely fans, united behind a game.

The term “game” means more to me now than it did when I was 15. This weekend put that into perspective. The horrors of the world are real. War is ravaging nations across the world, people are oppressed and liberated, and terror roots in everyday life.

Japan is leveled by a tsunami, Alabama by a tornado. New Orleans is flooded and buried beneath raging waters, and volcanoes erupting in Iceland cripple travel to and from Europe.

And yet sports continue and we continue to cheer and care.

Games heal our wounds. It’s the little thing like a football player running out of a tunnel after defeating cancer almost at the exact same time I had family members defeat their own cancer. It’s about the basketball player who overcame stab wounds to become an MVP, and it’s about the cyclist who rallied from near death to win seven consecutive Tour de France titles. It’s also about the NASCAR driver who won a 500-mile race with AIDS tearing apart his body, and it’s about the hoops player who forced himself into retirement with HIV, only to live a full life at a time when it was a death sentence.

But they go beyond that. It’s the little kid who connects on his first ever base hit. It’s the girl scoring her first soccer goal, and the brother and sister constantly playing each other in a game of one-on-one in the driveway or backyard.  It’s the ability to sit in the stands, close your eyes, and soak up the smells and sounds. It’s the chance to go to a game before anyone gets there and sit in that empty park, with just your spirit and the ghosts around you. It’s the place where you can be at peace when the rest of the world, when the rest of our world isn’t.

I remembered all of that on Sunday night. It brought the last ten years full circle, as this mythical symbol of terror was brought to a crumbling and decisive halt. It’s what I thought about all day on Monday, especially when I drove home with the sunroof open and the clear skies overhead. And it’s what I think about now as I type this piece.

I remembered all of it, and it brought me peace.

The assault on Bin Laden didn’t get our forces out of Afghanistan or Iraq, and it didn’t lower gas prices at the pump. It didn’t lower or eliminate my credit card debt, and it didn’t change the fact that my car is making some funky rocking sound in the back. It didn’t stop that same car from rusting, and it didn’t stop my alarm from ringing in the morning. But the news flooded me with memories of my 15-year old self. It reminded me where I can access that escape and how I do it. It reminded me that a game, can be more than a game and it allowed me to savor the simple action of watching a ballgame, because I remember going home, putting on the television and seeing nothing but carnage.

Savor the moments where and when you can, and take in those sights and smells. Those games will become more than games, and maybe one day, in some form, we can all be at peace.