A good man died recently.
To his former teammates with the Baltimore Orioles, Mike Cuellar was a carefree, superstitious soul who needed to wear the same cap on days that he pitched. Perhaps that's where he found the magic in that nasty screwball.
To Cuban-Americans, he was part of the country's rich baseball legacy from his days as a pitcher with the Havana Sugar Kings.
To fans from Baltimore to Central Florida, he was a humble guy who always had time for a handshake and a smile.
There was another face of Mike Cuellar, too. He died a poor man. He was barely getting by, going from paycheck to paycheck on a limited pension, when he died on April 2 at Orlando...