Never Forget: September 11, 2001

In 2001, I was living in a house in Montclair, New Jersey, and the skyline of Lower Manhattan was my picturesque view. And then September 11 happened; the entire country was shaken to its core, and to this day it remains probably the scariest moment of my entire life. During the difficult days that followed, my Giants teammates and I decided to keep playing—we felt a real sense of duty to continue to play the game for the fans and, in a sense, for our country. If we could give people a couple of hours to put aside their fears and their sadness, and just sit back and enjoy the simple pleasures of watching a good, old-fashioned sporting event, well, then we felt like we were doing our part to help the country recover.

It was one of the greatest privileges of my career and today, 18 years later, it inspires me to reflect on why we play the game—and why we must never forget.