Copyright 2001 Daily News, L.P.
Daily News (New
York)
September 14, 2001, Friday SPORTS FINAL EDITION
SECTION: SPORTS; Pg. 123
LENGTH: 734 words
HEADLINE: IN
TIME OF TRAGEDY, YANKEE FANS TEAM UP
BYLINE: BY FILIP
BONDY
BODY: Just because you are a
Bleacher
Creature doesn't mean you have immunity from the frazzled world outside
Section 39, a relative bastion of sanity. So it was that Donald Simpson,
lifelong Yankee fan from Harlem and a core Creature, made his way Tuesday
morning to what would become a most ironic session at his workplace with Verizon
on the 12th floor of 2 World Trade Center.
It was a safety meeting,
called for 8 o'clock. Big Don, employed in special services, got out of the
building about 8:30, and was beeped by his dispatch department. He fortunately
chose to walk across the street, because he didn't want to use a non-union phone
that was closer. Suddenly, debris was falling from Tower 1. He tried to call his
co-workers, warn some of them on higher floors to get out, but couldn't get to a
phone. And then, soon, another plane came from behind, from the west, to hit
Tower 2.
"All of a sudden, boom, there was a bright light that threw
everybody down," Big Don said. "Everything went white. People were running up my
back. I thought it was the end."
It wasn't, for Simpson. But the
Bleacher Creatures were worried, about Big Don and others. The
most acrimonious band of irascible fans, maybe anywhere, quickly cobbled
together a communications support network to monitor and help each other during
the worst of times.
"Between our message board and instant messages, we
listed the missing and one by one got word that people were safe," said Bald
Vinny, who saw the second plane hit while he was commuting on a No. 7 train from
Queens. "It's amazing that a group like ours, with all the fighting and cliques
we have, that we all came together in time of need."
Makeshift
headquarters were established, at Paul Kaplan's apartment, at Brian's place and
inside Jeremy's Ale House at South Street Seaport. Through cell phones, E-mail
and solid detective work, Creatures worked through the next 24 hours until
virtually every one of their own had been contacted.
"One by one, all
the names of the
Bleacher Creatures came into question," said
Jessica Herold, who prefers the name Nymphie. "Mr. Mango was off from work.
Steve Krauss normally takes the Staten Island Ferry to work, which would have
put him in danger, but he slept at Brian's the night before.
"We stayed
in contact with Bald Vinny and Uptown Mike through IM (instant messaging). Tony
Capone, Grover, Walkman, MSB and Kwik were reached by phone. No one heard from
Anthony Baloo. I lit a candle and said a prayer for my friends. Finally, Baloo
checked in early in the evening."
Still, there were a few Creatures
missing in action. Sheriff Tom Brown, heart and soul of Section 39, was supposed
to be at work inside the World Trade Center, along with another fan, Diggity
Dan. There was Simpson.
Big Don managed to limp to Jeremy's, where he
was treated to a couple of drinks to soothe his nerves. Then, still covered with
soot, he checked into a hospital for his back, before he was released later in
the day.
Finally, word came that Diggity Dan and Tom Brown had been a
little late for work, no surprise there, and that their tardiness might have
saved their lives. Brown, the same man famous for inflicting severe emotional
wounds on opposing right fielders with his merciless taunts, was spotted handing
out water to victims in the streets around the World Trade Center.
With
the Creatures having come together during the worst of times, the question now
was how they would react when there was baseball again. The Yankees, no doubt,
will become a national symbol of this city's resilience in October.
The
Creatures said they can wait a few more days for the games to start again. Even
then, it may never be the same for them.
"I love the Yankees, and I'll
take some relief being around friends," Simpson said. "But during the World
Series, it's packed, the whole world is watching, you don't know for sure
anymore. And you know how we complained all the time about being searched and
patted down going into the bleachers? Do we still complain?"
They will
complain, eventually. They will bicker. They will curse. They will heckle the
box seaters. That is what the
Bleacher Creatures do. For now,
though, there was only a sense of bewilderment, the need to help a torn city.
In New York's darkest hour, Tom Brown was handing out water to Met fans,
and everybody rooted for each other.
E-mail: fjbondy@netscape.net
LOAD-DATE: September 17, 2001