For 36 hours Johan Limonta sat still, standing only occasionally to ease his cramping legs.There was no room to walk.
No bathrooms.
No food, and little water.
Except the four hours of rain that fell on Limonta and the salty waves of the Gulf of Mexico swelling over the side of the open boat that was smuggling him, five other Cuban baseball players, and 30 others from Cuba to Miami that threatened to pitch them into the shark-laden waters.
"Sometimes we think about other boats that we have seen on the TV that had broke apart," said Limonta, sitting in the home-side dugout of Pringles Park. "Sometimes I think, 'I am not going to make the United States, because this is bad.'"
But Limonta, 24, did reach the U.S., and without seeing the U.S. Coast Guard.
No longer wishing for opportunities and freedom, Limonta now longs for just two things: to play Major League Baseball and to be reunited with the father and brother he left behind.
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