Few people have ever played the game of baseball so passionately, enthusiastically, and genuinely as the late, great Jose Fernandez.

I’ve never seen anyone else so immensely talented, yet down-to-earth and childlike as Jose. From the stories of his tumultuous migration from Cuba to his day-to-day attention paid to the fans, Jose cared about people in a beautifully unconventional way.

He will be missed by those who hit home runs for him and failed to do so against him, alike. It’s a sad day for America, and for the game of baseball.



“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26