José Fer­nández was killed last Sunday morning in a boating accident (Photo: Flickr)

My phone buzzed early Sunday morning. A long chime fol­lowed by two short ones — sig­ni­fying an alert from When my eyes cleared, my heart sank: “We are stunned and dev­as­tated by the tragic death of Marlins José Fer­nández, 24, in a boating accident.”

Fer­nández was a pas­senger in a boat early Sunday morning when the boat ran ashore, killing Fer­nández and two other pas­sengers. Although the inves­ti­gation is ongoing, author­ities are adamant that they don’t believe drugs or alcohol were involved. The Marlins can­celled their Sunday game against the Atlanta Braves.

Known equally for his blis­tering fastball and jubilant approach to the nation’s pastime, Fer­nández was expected to be a beloved figure in the baseball world for years to come. His sudden death ripped through the ranks of players and fans alike on Sunday, leaving many to con­sider whether it was appro­priate to play a simple game in a time of such tragedy. Fourteen of the 15 games scheduled around the league were played.   During pregame cer­e­monies around the league, however, Fer­nández jerseys were hung in dugouts, hugs were passed around, shoulders were cried on, and the number 16 — José’s number — was drawn in the dirt of pitcher’s mounds.

After taking a day to grieve, the Marlins had to resume their season on Monday — a game which Fer­nández was scheduled to pitch. The team announced that every member of the Marlins would wear a Fer­nández No.  16 jersey — a number which the orga­ni­zation will now retire. Before the game, the Marlins held a long cer­emony to honor their fallen friend and teammate. Every member of the New York Mets came onto the field to embraces the Marlins.

There was, however, still a game to be played. After Adam Conley — pitching in place of Fer­nández — held the Mets scoreless in the top of the first, Dee Gordon stepped to the plate to start the Marlins’ half of the inning. Gordon, nat­u­rally a left-handed batter, took the first pitch of the game from the right-handed batter’s box, wearing his late friend’s batting helmet. Then, he switched boxes, and blasted a homerun over the right-field fence — his first homerun of the season — and sobbed while rounding the bases.

By the time Gordon reached home, even Mets catcher Travis D’Arnaud had tears running down his face. The cameras panned to the Miami dugout as Gordon returned, and we watched the shoulders of 40 grown men heave, as they embraced and mourned the loss of their young friend.

Then, the Marlins honored Fer­nández the best way that they could — they played baseball. The played the game with joy and passion — some­thing Fer­nández did better than any other player. Even sitting on my couch at home, it was evident that baseball was the ultimate lifeline for these men. They weren’t just playing a simple game — they were hon­oring their brother, and starting to heal, little by little.