If they could make a love story about Titanic or Pearl Harbor, I can make one about 9/11 so buckle up. This one will be a wild ride.
Greg and Hope had only been together a few weeks. Greg had two tickets to a few weeks. Greg was a Los Angeles native, Hope hailed from New York. They had come to know each other from AOL chat rooms and instant messenger. Over the course of months, they spoke endlessly. They talked about their goals, futures, kids, houses, careers. After some time, they decided to meet. Greg was an avid Indianapolis Colts fan. Since his old team, The Los Angeles Rams, had moved to St. Louis, he found comfort in the high flying offense of Peyton Manning and Edgerrin James. Hope didn’t follow football very closely, but she grew up in a Jets household. Her father idolized Broadway Joe Namath and spoke endlessly about the failures of their front office.
Sensing an opportunity, Greg made a suggestion. The Colts were set to play the Jets on September 9th in New York. It would be a perfect opportunity to meet. He talked it over with Holly and she agreed. He purchased plane tickets and bought two tickets to the game.