Bill

The mets will be the death of me.
heavy metal and horror!!!

[MLB @MLB]

A 20-year Hall of Fame career 👏

Congratulations to Carlos Beltrán!

[New York Mets @Mets]

Officially a Hall of Famer! 👏

Congratulations, @carlosbeltran15!

[National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum ⚾ @baseballhall]

Welcome to baseball immortality, @carlosbeltran15.

[SNY Mets @SNY_Mets]

"To the Mets fans, thank you for believing in me. You challenged me, you let me know when I needed to be better, and that was a lot of times. I got to hear those boos, but I also appreciate your support along the way."

- Carlos Beltrán

(via @MLBNetwork)

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@LeContempIateur what do you want to do, shove it up your ass?

[davey @jerseyh0mo]

Breathing in hefty lungfuls of smoke as I get explosive diarrhea from salad, the sky turns apocalyptic orange while oil companies drill in protected lands, screwworms are eating cattle alive and the president just paid $6 million for rape. And I’m also able to bet on all of it!

[Bob Ojeda @BobOjeda19]

This story has laid largely dormant in my mind for 25 years. Never gone, but very hard to think about the horror of that morning and I’d rather not. This is my morning of September 11, 2001.

At this point in my life, I am a pitching coach for The Brooklyn Cyclones, the Mets’ minor league baseball team. I have a sponsor’s softball game at our ballpark at 10 AM. My house in Jersey is about an hour drive away. I’m at my kitchen table having coffee, getting ready to head in at around nine. I put on the news. The traffic report mentions it’s a little heavy so I decide I’ll leave early. Just as I’m heading out the door the news breaks that a small plane appears to have hit one of the Twin Towers. I stopped to listen. The news reporter looks concerned and confused, but not panicked. It’s an unfolding moment and she’s keeping her cool. The look of disbelief was unstable; no answers, just confusion. She was trying her best, in her own way, to not create a mass panic. Whoever she was, she deserves a ton of credit, along with the other reporters who did the same thing.

I head to my car and put on 1010 WINS. I decide to head up Route 36. There is a bridge that crosses the Shrewsbury River that allows a direct view to the city. When I get there, I’m in disbelief. There is smoke coming from the top of one of the towers, yet still no panic on the radio, just reporting of what is currently known.

I call my daughter, who works in the city. I asked her where she is. She tells me she’s coming up the escalator from the bottom floors of the World Trade Center, exiting the subway. We stay on the phone. I hear the strain in her voice. Whatever has happened is not good and she is witnessing it firsthand. The radio does not betray the gravity of what happened. They are in disbelief along with all of us.

I step on the gas, and race up 36. By now I figure I’ll turn left, head into the city, pick up my daughter, and then drive on to the ballpark in Coney Island. We get cut off on the phone. The confusion on the radio continues and escalates. She calls me back a few minutes later. “Dad, I just came up the escalator and there are people jumping out of the windows, there’s people jumping out of the windows.” I ask her how high they are jumping from, trying to get a feel for what is happening. I am not ready for what she’s about to say. “80 floors.” A second plane hits the other tower. This is a nightmare, and I begin to feel panic coming up within me.

I take the Staten Island exit off of the parkway and approach the Outerbridge. I see cars stopped. Then the news comes over the radio. All bridges and tunnels are closed to the city. At the last possible moment, I turned off to the right and circled back down, heading back to my house. I’m doing over 100 miles an hour. I highly doubt a cop is going to stop me. I’m thinking, “What now?” I call my friend Lenny and say “I need your boat!” He asked me,“Where are you going?” I said, “To the city to get my daughter.” He’s well aware of what’s going on, and says, “I’m going with you.” I said, “No you’re not. I don’t know what I’m getting into. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I don’t even know if I can get there but I have to try. I appreciate your offer, but I got it.” We plan to meet at his boat within 20 minutes. I pause going over the bridge on 36, take a look back, and it is beyond horrific. There’s people in those buildings and I hope one is not my daughter.

I call my daughter back, thank God I get a hold of her, and let her know the plans. I tell her to stay at her office. “Stay there until I get there. Stay put!” I swing by my house real quick. I have an idea I’m probably gonna need my father's flag. He was an army veteran who spent time in Iwo Jima. I plan on hanging it off the side of the little boat. Hopefully that will let the authorities know I’m on the home team. I run in the house and remove it from the triangle box in which I keep it and head down to the marina. My friend’s there and insists on going. We jump in and off we go.

Within minutes, a little comic relief. We need gas. Thankfully, there’s a fueling marina at Bahr’s Landing. We pull in. The young man working the pump was curious about where we are going. We fill up, he says good luck, and on our way. The radio is on. The news is still confusing but becoming clearer. Both towers have been hit. Both towers are on fire. We look at it. We see it in front of us, knowing we’re heading in.

I call my daughter. I tell her I should be there within a half hour, if we lose contact, I tell her to make her way down to the ferries evacuating people off the island. “Get to the top deck and look out to the open water. I’ll be in a small boat with grandpa‘s flag hanging off the side. Get to the top deck and wave and wave. If I see you, I’ll turn around and follow the boat back. If not, I’ll keep going.”

We’re a few miles out from the Verrazano Bridge. At this point, I think it’s going to be a dead end. I can’t imagine there won’t be police and Coast Guard closing off from that point. Suddenly, a small biplane with wings painted red and white appears. It is flying towards us but very erratically. I have no idea what that was about.

I have my daughter back on the phone. She finally arrived at her office on Wall Street. I tell her our ETA and then she feels something. The building shakes. “Dad, what was that?” I hear on the radio, which has made this whole scenario surreal. The radio has one report, my daughter has the live report, and we’re in the middle, trying to make sense of the whole thing…it’s impossible. You cannot make sense of this moment. I hear on the radio that the building collapsed, but I tell my daughter not to worry about it. It’s probably just all the trucks and everything rumbling around. I make up some nonsensical answer, and she was not in the mood to analyze anything. She was terrified.

Still no Coast Guard or police boats. We keep going under the bridge. Smoke billowing in front of us. The smell is unimaginable. It just smells like burning everything. It’s an acidic, rancid smell. Heartbreaking. Because I know what it is. We’re beginning to approach Governors Island. I tell Lenny to stay to the right, we’ll go around and then go straight towards Pier 11. So far, everything is going according to plan, a plan that is being made up as I go.

I’m looking at the smoke, the haze and everything and I’m in disbelief. My mind makes up that the tower is still there. “I can see the tower Lenny, can you see the tower?” “I can’t see it.” “It’s right there.” But it wasn’t there. It was gone. It was a pile of rubble. Confirmed by the papers, worksheets and everything flying through the air over our heads. Literally, pieces of paper. Pieces of paper that somebody sitting at their desk was working on an hour ago are now floating through the air, as well as the poor soul who was doing the work.

We’re around Governors Island and then, the inevitable. A small Coast Guard boat, that looks like a red inflatable boat, makes a B-line right for us. Machine gun mounted on the bow. I stand up on our bow and I’m frantically waving my father's flag that I’ve tied to the side of the boat. They come racing up in a no nonsense mood, helmets, guns, everything pointing right at us. They come right up next to our boat. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to pick up my daughter.” They turn, have a short conversation, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, then they turn back to me and say “Go ahead.” I could’ve fallen over.

I call my daughter again and thankfully get through and tell her head to the water. I’m coming up to Wall Street now. We head for the pier and pull up. lt’s kind of bouncy because of all the tugboats loading people on and getting them off the island. It was organized chaos but it was organized. I have so much respect for the men and women who handled that without panic. We pull up next to the pier. It’s about a 5- or 6-foot reach to the railing. I grab it. I’m holding on, ready to let go, throw my leg over the railing, and Lenny yells, “Don’t let go!” “Why? What’s the matter?” The engine died. This is great, I’m this close and I’m gonna fall in the water. I’m holding on with one hand on the boat and the other on the railing, being stretched like I’m in a torture device. Between the current and the bouncing, I don’t know how I stayed up. The longest 30 seconds of my life when he goes, “OK, OK. I got it.” I let go of the boat and climb over the side. I tell him to circle around right here. I’ll be back.

I begin to run up Wall Street. Unbelievably the first police officer I see on shore is from my hometown. He is directing people to the massive tugboats and the ferry boats getting people off of the island. He sees me and asks what I’m doing there. I explained to him that I’m going to get my daughter. He says good luck, I’ll see you at home.

Seconds later, strangely, an older lady comes up to me and says, “Excuse me, aren’t you Bobby O?” “Yes I am.” “Oh, I just love you. You are so fun to watch.” Then her son, who understood the gravity of the situation, says, “OK mom, come on, we gotta go.” I thanked her and her son and went on my way. Can’t make that stuff up.

I continued making my way up Wall Street. Incredibly, there’s my daughter coming down. It’s like a miracle. It’s a miracle in front of my eyes. I grab and hug her. We head back down to the water. We get to the water’s edge where the railing is, she looks down. Lenny has pulled up by then and she looks down and I said “Look, you gotta jump. There’s no other way, you’ve gotta jump.” It’s probably at least a 5-foot jump down to the deck to a bouncing boat with a wet bow being pushed around by the current and choppy water. She looks at me one last time, looks at the boat, and jumps. She lands and rolls but she is fine. I look around one last time at the surreal scene of I don’t even know what to call it. I jump down, hug my daughter again, sitting in our seats. We turn and head back down home. No one deserves this to happen to them.

This weekend, I am reminded of and send nothing but respect to the individuals, first responders, ferry and tug boat captains beside me, who organized amongst the chaos to help one another on a horrific day.

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@SNY_Mets 1-6

[PetersonIsKing @Peterson_IsKing]

In the last 6 years
Jared Porter sends dick pic to reporter and gets fired after 1 month
Jacob deGrom season ending injury in the middle of the greatest season of all time
Rat or Racoon saga between Jeff McNeil and Lindor
Trade PCA for Javy Baez
Javy Baez gives thumbs down to Mets fans
Mets proceed to collapse in 2021 and finish under .500
Zack Scott gets caught drunk in car and gets fired
Decision to hold onto all prospects at 22 deadline
Darin Ruf
2022 collapse to Braves down stretch
Win 101 games and finish in 2nd place in NL East
Max Scherzer collapses in 2022 wild card game
Joe musgrove game 3 2022 wild card series
Top reply on Mets final score tweet in elimination game vs Padres is Pete Alonso saying “you just lost to the San Diego Padres”
deGrom leaves for Texas
2023 worst team money can buy part I
Jumbotron at Citi Field displays Rays logo after we get destroyed by them
Tommy Pham calls Mets laziest group of players he’s ever been around
Jorge Lopez throws glove into stands and calls Mets worst team in baseball
***gap in misery from June 12, 2024-June 12, 2025***
Pete Alonso kills Kodai Senga
Griffin canning tears Achilles
Ryan Helsley and Cedric Mullins
Sean Manaea sucking
David Peterson goes from all star to 6 ERA
Mets lose in Miami to compete end of season collapse
Mets go entire 2025 season without coming back after trailing in the 9th inning
Prospects didn’t trade at 2022 deadline don’t pan out
Brandon Nimmo traded for Marcus Semien
David Stearns doesn’t resign Pete Alonso
Diaz chooses dodgers over Mets
Jorge Polanco
Luis Robert jr
Bo Bichette
Freddy Peralta trade
12 game losing streak in April 2026
2026 worst team money can buy part II
Clay Holmes breaks leg in Subway series
Mets refuse to fire Mendoza until 13 games under .500
Mr Met dances behind Steve Gelbs while delivering post mortum of the Mendoza era

Did I miss anything?

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@_iamblakeley Looking like hes been choking on a few burgers too

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@NassauExec @GovKathyHochul @NYCMayor Learn how to play the game Bruce

[Richard(Parody) @Dagoox]

@DoWCTO @DeptofWar @DOWResponse

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@nicksilva1 nobody hates the Mets more than Met fans. straight facts #LGM

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@GregAbbott_TX bitch

[MetsFanClub @RealMetsFanClub]

Polar Bear Pete Alonso now has 15 homeruns and 44 RBIs on the season… but he has trouble under -handing tosses at first base, so who needs this loser, right David Stearns? Besides, I hate players that never get hurt. *smh* 🙄🙄 #StearnsMasterclass

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@lecternleader You should have all been hanged for treason.

[Phill @MeekPhill_]

1-5 vs the Nats and Rockies on the heels of a 12 game losing streak.

No jobs lost.
No hot seat.

“These guys are gonna turn it around” “there’s no excuses we got to be better”
“I believe in these guys”

[Kyle Gelling @KyleGelling]

Steve Cohen: Care to explain yourself?

David Stearns:

[Bill @therealvohdin]

@KyleGelling I was just thinking about this too