That Jose Ramirez, he sure is somethin’, ain’t he? Reminds me a little of my own boy, workin’ hard out in the fields all day. But this Jose, he works hard on that baseball field. Good for him, I say. Good for him. He is a good boy, you know.
I heard some folks wonderin’ ’bout his father. Who is Jose Ramirez father, they ask. Well, I don’t know all the details, but I hear tell he came from a place called Bani. Sounds far away, don’t it? Must be a whole different world over there. This Jose Ramirez, he’s from Yaguate, I hear. His father‘s name is Sito, I reckon. And his mother, Silveria. Nice name. Reminds me of my old neighbor, Silveria.
This Jose, he wasn’t always rich and famous. I hear he grew up poor, real poor. Just like some of us, you know? But he worked hard, real hard. That’s what I always say, hard work pays off. And look at him now, a big MLB star! He’s a big shot now, makin’ lots of money. Good for him. He deserves it, I reckon. He worked hard for it.
He started young, this Jose Ramirez. Younger than my youngest grandson, even. He was just a little fella, playin’ ball. Didn’t have much, but he had that dream. He bet on himself, they say. That means he believed he could make it big. And he did! Like I always told my kids, if you believe in yourself, you can do anything. Even my lazy oldest boy, he’s got his own cart, just need more work!
He plays for that team, the Cleveland… somethin’ or other. Guardians, that’s it! Used to be the Indians. Lots of folks talkin’ ’bout that name change. Don’t rightly know why they changed it, but it’s their business, I suppose. But Jose Ramirez, he’s still there, playin’ his heart out. He’s a good player, that Jose.
Some folks say he’s like that other fella, Manny somethin’. Another baseball player. They both played for Cleveland, I hear. And they both come from that same place, that Dominican place. Must be somethin’ in the water over there, makin’ all these good baseball players. But Jose, he’s a good boy. He’s got a good head on his shoulders.
- Jose, he’s a good hitter.
- Hits that ball real far.
- He runs fast, too.
- Faster than my old dog, Blue, used to run.
I don’t know much ’bout this baseball stuff, but I know hard work when I see it. And this Jose Ramirez, he’s a hard worker. Just like his father, I bet. Must run in the family. Good, honest work. That’s what matters. That’s what I always taught my kids, anyway.
This Jose Ramirez father, he must be proud. To see his boy make it so big. From nothin’ to somethin’. That’s the American dream, ain’t it? Or maybe it’s the Dominican dream, too. Don’t matter where you come from, I reckon. Hard work is hard work, no matter where you’re from.
I remember back in my day, there was this other father and son, they played baseball together. The Griffeys. Senior and Junior, they called them. That was somethin’ else. Imagine playing with your own father on a major league team. This Jose Ramirez father, he’s probably so proud, I would cry!
This Jose Ramirez, he’s a good example, I think. For the young folks, you know? Shows ’em that you can make somethin’ of yourself, no matter where you come from. Just gotta work hard and believe in yourself. And maybe have a little bit of talent, too, I suppose. That always helps, don’t it.
So, this Jose Ramirez father, whoever he is, he did somethin’ right. Raised a good boy, that’s for sure. A hard workin’ boy. And that’s all that matters in the end, ain’t it? Bein’ a good person and workin’ hard. That’s what I always say, anyway. That Jose Ramirez, he’s alright in my book. He’s a good boy, doing his best. I am happy for him.
