Fidel Castro playing baseball
The out you did not want arrived on the night of November 25th, 2016. You, good hitter, made the attempt to achieve the last swing. He could not, this time he could not and he admitted the defeat. He did not like to lose, but today we all lost.
We lost because you leave and take the path of heaven. Comandante Fidel Castro Ruz, who came from the Sierra Maestra and brought the Sports Revolution, closed his pupils. Fidel who launched in the Cerro’s Stadium with his bearded friends so that the Comandante Camilo Cienfuegos received his launchings.
Fidel Castro Ruz, the one that immortalized the free baseball and gave eternal life to the National Baseball Series. Comandante, the out that you did not want, came. Before, he left his mark on time and memory. He left the light of the future in the Cuban Sports Olympics, the ALBA Games, the Latin American School of Sports, the Pan American Games in Havana and in many good works he did for the sake of healthy recreation.
Ninety years of existence were enough to be immense. It was enough to share medals, trophies, decorations and prizes of his sports children, yes, his sports children, because all the Cuban athletes always called him father. Underwater fishing, basketball, baseball, chess. Always attentive to the sport in the archipelago.
Caramba, Comandante! The out that you did not want came. Others, perhaps, would walk crestfallen. You make it proud of the work done. New competitions will come. New medals will arrive and our national flag will wave in the most important places of world sport. You will always be present. He will be at every farewell or welcome to the sports delegations. Goodbye, Fidel! The country will be proud of you and the triumphs of the Cuban sport will always be yours, as if life had not given you the last strike, the out you did not want.