He saw and experienced the purist form of baseball in the world
We feel it in our hearts and in our blood, we have it. Like the air we breathe we cant be without it. Cuba can not survive without baseball. It is like being without music. For me, baseball is passion. I can watch the kids play baseball all day. If I can still walk, if I can still move, if I can still see.. I will play baseball.
His first game is in Havana was against a team of retired steel workers. It really was baseball stripped down to its core. Simple and pure. Goats, pigs and roosters roam beyond the outfield fence. Bill Lee was wearing his old Montreal Expos hat and still throwing his famous big looping curve as well as his eephus pitch. The Cubans can tell he was once a big leaguer but they knew something was wrong with his shoulder. He was 58, and the clock was ticking, but his love of the game allowed him to dig deep.