Like everyone, I remember where I was on September 11, 2001. I don't recall the exact times like some, but I will never forget the terror and need to reach out to my loved ones.

I was still really new to radio, board-opping the Howard Stern Show on "The Edge"(neither of which are still on terrestrial radio). I had spent the night before emptying beer cans so I was basically asleep at the board. I didn't stay that way though.

I can still hear Howard saying, "What? A plane hit the World Trade Center?" I looked up at the TV in the studio confused, shocked and instantly thought, "I need to call my wife, mom and the office." Wife was asleep so I left her that way with instructions she was to call me before she did anything else. Mom was her normal calming self, talking me, the big strong man, off the ledge. The office hadn't heard yet.

In the days that followed I felt such pride in how We The People rallied together. Sports played such a massive part in our healing. The Yankees and the Mets returned to the field with NYPD and FDNY hats in honor of the Finest and the Bravest that risked and lost their own lives saving others and when the Yankees made it to the World Series that year, every game meant more to me.

My beloved Yankees were my escape from the grim reality of what happened just weeks before. I openly admit I cried like a baby when Lee Greenwood sang "Proud To Be An American" before Game 4 against the Arizona Diamondbacks.