Dee's home run is an all time baseball moment, no other way to put it. It's easy to get cynical about people crying over the loss of celebrities or sports figures, but I'm not ashamed to say I've cried and cried a lot the last two days. Jose was so much more than just a great pitcher on a mediocre baseball team, especially to those who were fortunate enough to watch him pitch every 5th game either in person or on TV.
He was the little kid inside all of us living the dream of playing big league ball, and it was just so clear that he loved every single moment of it. He fled his homeland, leaving his beloved grandmother behind, just so he could live that dream. His rookie season, he spoke frequently about how much he missed his "abuela," and was finally reunited with her in late 2013, 6 years after he left Cuba. She and his mother never missed a start of his in Miami after that. It's no wonder he pitched so well at home.
At the end of the day, the amount of tributes and kind words said about him from every team and every TV personality speaks all the volumes you'll ever need to know about him. He lived life the right way, and he played baseball the right way, with joy in his heart and a smile on his face. And that's why his death is just so f*cking hard to take, and may never fully sink in.
