I'm here and I'm walking away from destruction to simply say, Hurricane
Sandy may have done her damage, but New Yorkers never lose and we'll rise up
against this devastating storm. Why you ask? Because we're New Yorkers... that's why.
I'm still in the dark. We're about to snap and there isn't any hope in sight except for the fact that it's sunny. The house is cold and I'm running out of gas... again. The stores are open, but try getting there... it takes a while. Hey, that's life, at least the house is still standing and I pray for the people that lost everything. Sometimes life isn't fair. It's a God damn shame.
Look, I'm not going to lie, being in the dark during a blackout with
children is the most insane part of being a father. My job is to keep
control, be the strong one, but the reality is, your mind races because
while your probably OK in your home, there are so many times there the
"unknowns" that comes into play; water, wind, etc.
Plus, I actually
thought it was a good idea to get 4 flashlights during my "prep check
list" for my 4 kids before the storm. I figured it would keep them occupied while I figured out how the
hell we were going to deal with Hurricane Sandy. On paper, that strategy
was brilliant. Plus, I'd be considered the "cool dad." It quickly
became an epic fail when 70 mile an hour winds were blowing and my house
lit up like a strobe light because flashlights were shining in every
direction and kids were running around because it was a "party" for them. That was day 1...it's not a party anymore... it's now chaos.
"I wish we had power", my 8 year old said to me at around 9pm on the
29th. That's an understatement. It was nuts and if there was power, at
least there would be order. It's November 1st...nothing.
Kids today don't understand "roughing it". My wife and I would be content
sitting next to the fire... Waiting for power, but that never happened and it hasn't for days. Sirens
were blaring, the generator needed to be jacked up and ready to go and
the constant struggle of keeping sandbags from flooding the house on the first night was
the norm. I didn't sleep and still really haven't...you can't, you just need to fight... Like the
Yankees, like soldiers, fighting for what you have and protecting the
ones you love. I'm not a super hero... I'm a dad, but I need to try and act like Ironman... brave, tough, a superhero.
New York is a disaster. I've never seen water in the city like that and
I never want to see it again. I write this on a phone with no service.
I'm using the notepad and eventually will send this to my friend in Florida who will post this on Bleeding Yankee
Blue for you to read. He's doing this favor for me. I can't really get on the blog right now because there is no power
almost 58 + hours later.
But I realized as I listened to my white
transistor radio that looks like the one the professor owned on
Gilligan's island... "New Yorkers are the toughest breed of man (and women) out
there."
I saw a guy at the gas station on Wednesday evening, the only one I could
find after almost 40 minutes of driving. I said "You're the most popular
guy in the Tri-state area right now." He looked at me dead in the eye
and said "I had a feeling we'd get one of these Hurricanes one day. I
bought a generator for my station 6 months ago. I'm a fucking genius." I
never laid eyes on this guy in my life, but we spoke to each other like
brothers. Why? Because we grew up New Yorkers, that tough as nails
mentality full of arrogance and strength, yet, at the same time, we're
kind and helpful people...always. I could see his eyes, he was up all
night too, but he was making that money right then and he also knew he
was helping out his fellow New Yorkers. As I got in my car, he saw my
Yankees sticker on the door. He tapped my window, "And what the hell
happened to them this year?" He asked, about our Yankees, "they sucked
in the playoffs. And Jeter breaks an ankle...it's a sin."
He looked to
the sky and did the sign of the cross. I smiled and gave him my business
card. That's New York for you. It doesn't matter what the hell happens
around us, we stick together, it's a bond you can't break...ever.
The New York area got it's ass kicked in Hurricane Sandy... But we never
rolled over, we keep standing up as if to say "is that all you got?" I
get it, as tough as it is, I get it, because I've seen it all my life.
Maybe that's why I never left and moved to Florida. Maybe that's why I
love my New York Yankees... They always fight till the very end too and
have 27 championships to prove it.
Look, the past few days have been horrible, no sleep and a lot of worry,
but that toughness never leaves. It's New York and it's New Jersey too. It's the way so many
of us have been raised and I'll tell you what, I don't care what Sandy
brought us on October 29th... We will rise up again, In New York, In New
Jersey, in the Tri-State area. We walk away from destruction better
than we were before, tougher than we were before, like super heroes,
like moms and dads, like New Yorkers... and you can never take that away from
us...
You gotta love it.
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