Details are scarce, but the factotems of the Feesh front orifice have announced their intentions to build some sort of memorial to the late Jose Fernandez at Macondo Banana Massacre Field.
Prior to release of the police toxicology reports a couple of weeks ago revealing El Keed was above the legal blood limit for alcohol and had cocaine in his system, this would have been a no-brainer. Now, though, there’s going to be some pushback from folks who feel, with no little justification, that a coked-up Fernandez who handed control of his boat over to another drunk and got himself and two friends killed in the process doesn’t deserve any further honors. I’ve read and heard it said, on local spawrts tork raydeeo, that the retirement of his uniform number is quite enough of an honor for him, thank you very much. I’m not entirely unsympathetic to the argument.
On the other hand, I’m also not ready to evaluate a remarkable life, and a life well spent up to that terrible final early morning, on the basis of its last few hours. We also need to weigh in addition to his baseball accomplishments Fernandez’ indomitable will in the face of Cuban fascism, heroism at sea, assimilation into a new country and culture, triumph over injury, extensive philanthropic work on behalf of research into childhood cancer and care for its victims, among other causes.
It’s a discussion worth having. Me, I’m OK with the memorial as long as it takes into account both the pros and cons, and sends a message not only of honor but of caution. That’s a neat trick. I’m not sure I think Scrooge McLoria is the one who can pull it orf, though.