An open letter, to my fellow islanders:
I come to you this morning not as a sportswriter, a detached denizen of the press box, but as one who spent dozens of nights — maybe a couple hundred of them — where you will be this evening, in that wonderful old building on Hempstead Turnpike alternately called Fort Neverlose, the Barn, the Coliseum, now NYCB Live.
I come to you as a Long Islander. I don’t live there now. I haven’t lived there in many years. But I was born there. I grew up there. We live in different houses and apartments in our journeys through life, but where we are from is where we are home.