NEW YORK — It is still almost surreal to even think of baseball out here at Shea Stadium right now, but the decision was just announced to postpone Game 1 of the National League Championship Series between the Cardinals and Mets until Thursday night — strictly because of the weather.
As the hours trickle by, my head has not stopped shaking. I still can’t believe what has happened. One minute you are in a taxi hearing that a plane had crashed into an Upper East Side building. Then you are thinking there could be a rainout at night, and just trying to get details because you’re worried about what happened in the city where you live.
Then you’re sitting in the media workroom and a local TV outlet mentions that they are hearing the plane was registered to a "Cory Lidle."
We braced for the worst from there and began reporting. Our Yankees beat writer, Mark Feinsand, had been told by Cory that he was flying out today. Gradually all of the tragic pieces of this story came together. Had rain subsided, they would have done everything possible to play this game, to avoid playing on five consecutive days. But there’s no game tonight. I am glad, because I haven’t thought about the sport for several hours now and I work in baseball.
What a tragic and surreal night, and my sympathies are with Cory’s family as well. The only good news is that there weren’t more casualties — it could have been much, much worse. But baseball has lost one of its own, on the night and in the same city where it was supposed to begin the process of deciding who wins a pennant.