I’m watching the Mets-Phillies game Sunday night when I hear that Osama bin Laden reportedly has been killed. The crowd at Citizen Banks Park starts chanting USA, USA.
The players on field and in the dugouts don’t have the iPhones and BlackBerrys the fans have and are unaware why the fans are chanting.
Then I immediately lose interest in the Mets-Phillies game as if it is a mere speck of dust on a Porsche, and switch to CNN, where people outside of the White House also are chanting USA, USA — my favorite three letters of the alphabet.
How surreal. How sublime. How cool. How essentially American — the intoxicating mixture of style, substance and sports.
The good news spreads like a wildfire as more and more people flock in celebration. Social media at its finest.
Then it is officially confirmed by President Obama at 11:35 p.m. that bin Laden was killed by U.S. forces in a human-operation firefight, not a drone mission, in a $1 million complex in an affluent neighborhood of mostly military retirees 35 miles north of Islamabad in Pakistan.
The kill operation, executed by elite special forces that would have made Rambo proud, transpired despite losing one helicopter. Bin Laden was shot in the left eye. With superdooper technology, Obama monitored the operation live from the White House situation room. It is a James Bond world.
Obama’s announcement was the signature moment of his presidency, as he was blunt, articulate, eloquent and exuding the powerful gravitas of a commander-in-chief.
And then bin Laden’s body was buried at sea to prevent his grave from becoming a shrine.
So much for the school of thought that bin Laden, like a bat, was hanging out in a cave. Which eternally put to rest the rumor that he was hanging out in Crystal Cave near Kutztown.
The magnitude of it all. The magnificence of it all. At a time when the Middle East is grasping for freedom with all the fervor of a motherless child, just a little than four months shy of the 10th anniversary of 9/11.
For all of those who lost loved ones to 9/11 and all of us who put up with absurd security measures ever since, for all of those who lost loved ones fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and for all of those trillions of dollars we spent fighting those wars, may bin Laden rot in hell and have no virgins to play with but rather an angry Lucifer sticking a pitchfork up you know where to contend with.
And if al Qaeda throws a counter punch, justice ultimately will be served!
By the way, this historic development sure can’t put a crimp in President Obama’s reelection campaign. After all, bin Laden — the master of disaster, the bloody butcher, the mass murderer, the prince of darkness, the lord of the infidels, the ugly face of terror — inflicted the most outrageous foreign attack on America ever.
How sweet it is to have eradicated the architect of such a horrific U.S. tragedy. Finally a measure of redemptive balm for all the sprawling scars and scabs of 9/11.