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Escape from Cuba: Yasiel Puig's Untold Journey to the Dodgers

The shocking saga of Major League Baseball's most controversial player

Photograph by Joe Pugliese

In a no-tell motel on Isla Mujeres, eight miles off the coast of Cancún, Yasiel Puig’s escape had come to a halt. Confined to a corner room at the end of a shabby horseshoe-shaped courtyard, he could only wait and hope, for his value to be appraised, his freedom to be bought. There was nothing personal about it, no loved one vowing to pay any price, only the calculus of a crude business. What was this gladiator-size man, with the Popeye forearms and the XXL chest, actually worth—to the people bankrolling his defection from Cuba, to the smugglers now holding him in Mexico, to the agents and scouts who would determine the U.S. market for his talents, to the baseball team that might ultimately write the check?

For close to a year Puig had been trying to force an answer, to extract himself from Fidel Castro’s state-run sports machine, which paid him $17 a month, and sneak across the tropics to a mythical north, where even benchwarmers lived like kings. Two, three, four times, maybe more, he had risked everything and fled, only to be detained by the Cuban authorities or intercepted by the U.S. Coast Guard—each failure making the next attempt more urgent. Finally, in June 2012, the 21-year-old outfielder left his home in Cienfuegos, on Cuba’s southern shore, and set off by car for the northern province of Matanzas, just 90 miles from Florida. He was traveling with three companions: a boxer, a pinup girl, and a Santeria priest, the latter of whom blessed their expedition with a splash of rum and a sprinkle of chicken blood.

They were met at the water’s edge by a cigarette boat, long and narrow and fast, which instead of racing straight to Miami took them west and then south, following a 350-mile arc to the Yucatán Peninsula. Under Major League Baseball’s byzantine rules and the U.S. Treasury Department’s outdated restrictions, the only way for a Cuban ballplayer to become a free agent—and score a fat contract—is to first establish residency in a third country. That detour is a fiction, winked at from all sides, and one that gives traffickers command over the middle crossing. The five men piloting Puig’s vessel, mostly Cuban Americans, belonged to a smuggling ring whose interests ranged from human cargo to bootleg yachts to bricks of cocaine. At least two were fugitives—one, on the run from a federal indictment in Miami, was alleged to have extorted Cubans traveling this very route. They were all in the pocket of Los Zetas, the murderous Mexican drug cartel, which charged the smugglers a “right of passage” to use Isla Mujeres as a base.

Once the speedboat navigated the reefs that shield the three-square-mile island and puttered into the docks at Laguna Makáx, the last of Puig’s obstacles should have been cleared. Free of the Cuban security apparatus, free of the American embargo, he could begin shopping for an agent and showing off for scouts. In baseball terms, Mexico was practically the United States. But almost as soon as Puig had showered off the grime of his trek—after his group had toasted their arrival with an unfamiliar beer, its label stamped with two Xs, and tuned the TV to a Mexican sitcom—the celebration came to an end. The smugglers were anxious to get on with things. The job was done. Where was the money?

Puig’s journey, according to claims made in court documents and detailed in interviews, had been underwritten by a small-time crook in Miami named Raul Pacheco, an air-conditioning repairman and recycler who was on probation for attempted burglary and possession of a fake ID. Pacheco had allegedly agreed to pay the smugglers $250,000 to get Puig out of Cuba; Puig, after signing a contract, would owe 20 percent of his future earnings to Pacheco. They were not the first to employ this scheme, a version of which has catapulted many of baseball’s new Cuban millionaires to American shores. It is usurious and expedient, illicit and tolerated. Even if you are as freakishly gifted as Yasiel Puig, there is no humanitarian boat lift delivering you to Chavez Ravine.

Every time the smugglers picked up their satellite phone to call Miami, though, Pacheco seemed unable or unwilling to meet their demands. It was unclear whether he was stiffing the smugglers or whether the smugglers were gouging him. For every day of nonpayment, they upped Puig’s price by $15,000 or $20,000. The calls between Mexico and Florida grew furious. The days turned to weeks. Holed up in that dump of a motel, all four migrants in the same dank room, Puig was so close to the prize—now was not the time to lose faith—and yet having just been liberated, his fate was never more out of his hands. The defector had become a captive.

“I don’t know if you could call it a kidnapping, because we had gone there voluntarily, but we also weren’t free to leave,” said the boxer, Yunior Despaigne, who had known Puig from Cuba’s youth sports academies. “If they didn’t receive the money, they were saying that at any moment they might give him a machetazo”—a whack with a machete—“chop off an arm, a finger, whatever, and he would never play baseball again, not for anyone.”

Ever since his debut last June, rescuing the Dodgers from a desultory season and electrifying a city with his fearless, joyful, occasionally head-scratching play, Yasiel Puig has been the biggest story in baseball. He is emotional in a straight-faced game, unpredictable in a sport that glorifies routine, reticent in a town of professional image makers, and enigmatic in the eyes of the largely non-Spanish-speaking reporters who cover him—L.A.’s “International Man of Mystery,” as the New York Post put it. Add to that a pair of arrests, for driving at getaway speeds, and the questions about what planet the 2013 National League Rookie of the Year runner-up is from have only grown more persistent. Puig has never publicly discussed his odyssey to the big leagues or even much of his life before that. Now embarking on his first full season—a test that already this spring has generated headlines about everything from his temperament to his waistline—he approaches the past as if it began the moment he took his spot in right field, as if one day, midstream, he was immaculately reborn a Dodger.

But the gamble of getting here, the perils and compromises of leaving Cuba to perform for American fans, did not end when Puigmania began. It has followed him, as similar crossings have haunted other Cuban defectors, exposing the pipeline that both exploits and indulges MLB’s appetite for new talent. “Viva Cuba!” the understated Vin Scully was inspired to exhort last year. “Viva Puig!” Yes, long that he may.

Deep in the dense, sweltering fields of Cuba’s rural interior, 150 miles southeast of Havana, the tiny mill town of Elpidio Gómez (population 3,000) has been harvesting, mashing, and extracting sugar from cane since 1873. Slave labor helped erect the factory during colonial times; it was later nationalized, becoming an arm of the state economy. “Revolution is the sense of a historic moment,” says the quote from Fidel Castro that looms over the cavernous shed of wringers and vats.

Away Game: A parched diamond amid sugarcane fields hosted Puig’s earliest games. Photograph by Jesse Katz

To assure workers a break, to keep their children fit and entertained, the factory grounds give way to a baseball diamond: a scorched patch of earth, the grass reduced to straw. The bleacher is a rusted skeleton, half the benches missing from the frame. The bases are frayed swatches of burlap, salvaged from old flour bags. When Puig speaks of his purpose in life—“I was born to play baseball,” he told me with an earnest nod, before I embarked on a journey that was the reverse of his, from California to Arizona to Florida to Cuba—it was here, under a smokestack belching molasses clouds, that he took his baby steps. A home run ball would have landed almost at his front door. Just beyond the scoreboard, a two-story concrete bunker of cramped apartments, laundry flapping from the balconies, rises from the brush. Puig’s mother headed one of Elpidio Gómez’s subsidiaries; his father, an agronomist, specialized in sugarcane, too.

To visit Cuba is to revel in its 1950s retro qualities—the vintage Chevys, the daiquiris and Cohibas—but the scrap of country Puig hails from is even more of a time capsule. Horse-drawn carts shuttle farmhands, in knee-high rubber boots, a few miles east to the municipal seat of Palmira, where a man can walk through the plaza with a machete and not turn heads. Street vendors sell braids of garlic, draped around their necks like Mardi Gras beads. Everything is priced in local pesos, a fraction of Cuba’s official tourist currency; a pint of guarapo, fresh-pressed sugarcane juice, goes for eight cents.

The one-room Municipal Museum is devoted to Palmira’s long relationship with Santeria, the Afro-Catholic religious tradition. According to one source, the Spaniard who founded the sugar mill had lugged to the New World a figurine of Saint Barbara, the patron of artillerymen; one of his slaves saw in the fierce young woman the image of Changó, the god of fire and drums. “Everyone in Cuba says that when the drums are beaten in Palmira, the saints come out not to celebrate but to make war,” said a museum docent, inviting me to return on December 4, Saint Barbara’s feast day, to see Palmira erupt into a cathartic jamboree.

By the time he was of Little League age, Puig had graduated to the sturdier Palmira ballpark, with its shaded concrete bleacher and yet more revolutionary slogans: “Sports,” says the hand-painted mural on the outfield fence, “has to do with the life of the country, with the future of the country, with the survival of the country!” Rather than leave something so vital to the whims of children, Cuba culls and grooms young athletes like Puig, funneling them into Schools for Sports Initiation, known as EIDEs, then on to High Schools of Athletic Perfection, known as ESPAs. (Puig’s younger sister, Yaima, followed this path in the shot put and javelin.) When he was 17, Puig made the junior national team. “He was like a hurricane,” recalled Jesus Valmaña, a Cubavisión Internacional reporter who has covered Puig’s career. “So strong, so fast.”

Until the 1959 revolution, Cuba was practically an extension of MLB’s farm leagues. It is easy to forget that a young Tommy Lasorda pitched four seasons in Havana. After declaring Cuba a socialist state, though, Castro abolished professional ball—he detested a system that bought and sold players like merchandise—and instead launched the National Series, a 16-team amateur league. “This is the triumph of free baseball over slave baseball,” he famously said. Because every player must represent his home province, Puig debuted with the Elefantes of Cienfuegos, a city of 140,000 about a dozen miles from his birthplace. As an 18-year-old rookie, measured against the Elefantes’ greats, Puig was still raw, even reckless.

“He was half-crazy,” a former schoolmate told me. “A little crazy,” said a friend of his father’s. “We called him cabeza loca”—crazy head—“crazy, crazy until the end,” said Michel Hernandez, a former bartender who would join Puig after games at El Rápido, a 24-hour, open-air joint on Cienfuegos’s boardwalk. This is less a critique than an affirmation: of the carefree, carnivalesque vigor that Cubans embrace as a cultural virtue. “He was just such a jodedor”—a screw-around—“not in a bad sense but like a joker,” said Hernandez. “Beer and girls, beer and girls, always a party!”

It has been reported that injuries preempted Puig’s second season with the Elefantes, but his indisciplina, which included some unexplained no-shows, was probably to blame. “I watched the next season from the bench for having behaved ‘good’ in practice,” Puig told the Cienfuegos newspaper, Cinco de Septiembre. He returned in his third season to post breakout numbers, which earned him a trip to the World Port Tournament in the Netherlands. Several future big leaguers have used the tournament as an opportunity to defect, and some reports have suggested that Puig earned a rebuke for attempting to do the same.

But Peter Bjarkman, the coauthor of Smoke: The Romance and Lore of Cuban Baseball, believes that the likelier explanation was more mundane: shoplifting tennis shoes from a Dutch mall. “It’s kind of a sad situation,” said Bjarkman, who heard rumblings from sources on Puig’s team. “They buy what they can, but players have different amounts of money. They’re allowed to bring cigars to sell. Some try to sell their uniforms. But some guys don’t have much of anything.”

Back in Cuba, when rosters for the 2011-12 season were announced, Puig’s name was missing. His coach is said to have pleaded with government officials to give Puig another chance—the problem child, whatever his transgression, was still the Elefantes’ spark plug—and after weeks of speculation, he was reinstated as a reserve, eligible to be activated after 25 games. Having done his penance, however, Puig never resurfaced. In March 2012, Cuba’s National Baseball Commission finally explained: Puig was “NOT educated and a bad example for the rest of the players.” There was now, for Puig, nothing to lose.

Given the riches that await in el exterior, it is remarkable not that so many Cuban athletes leave but that so many more stay. Nobody needs to remind them that the decision to flee is irrevocable, a one-way journey from privation to overload. “You’re afraid to leave your family, you’re afraid that maybe you won’t triumph, you’re afraid of…I don’t know, it’s just a very difficult step,” rookie infielder and Cuban defector Alexander Guerrero, in the first year of a $28 million deal, told me at the Dodgers’ spring training camp in Arizona. It took Guerrero years to build up the gumption to flee, then three attempts to succeed. “Once you board one of those boats,” he added, “you don’t know who is who and how those people are going to react, or what’s going to happen out in the sea.”

An elaborate underground of couriers and bagmen is forever shadowing Cuba’s best ballplayers. So is a state-sponsored network of secret police and paid informants. When you are being lured and monitored at every turn, caught between ambition and duty, survival sometimes means playing both sides. During Puig’s lost second season, in 2010, he was approached by a young couple at Coppelia, the beloved Cuban ice cream chain. The Cienfuegos shop sits on the Prado, a bustling pedestrian strip, and displays a huge billboard across its rooftop with another of Castro’s incantations: “Never will we renounce our principles.” The couple asked Puig to step outside to a waiting car; there another man explained that someone else, a foreigner, was prepared to pay $30,000 or maybe $30 million—Puig would purport to be confused—if he would commit to playing in America.

Puig alerted the sports ministry, which notified state security. “They said that the man from outside the country has money and everything was easy,” Puig said in a sworn statement to the Cuban authorities. Puig’s mother, in a separate declaration, added that her son was “very scared, given that he is a young man of 19 years and without wickedness, for which he can be tricked.”


This feature originally appears in the May 2014 issue of Los Angeles magazine.

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  1. William Bergmann posted on 04/14/2014 10:46 AM
    Interesting story, all of which is unnecessary.

    We should have normalized relations with Cuba at least 20 years ago.
    1. Frank posted on 04/14/2014 01:26 PM
      @William Bergmann Ignorant statement. You cant normalize anything with that government. I have lots of family from Cuba and I know exactly how it works over there. There is no "normal" until the castro regime completely falls apart.
  2. amber posted on 04/14/2014 07:59 PM
    Amazing story. My father defected from Cuba too just as the revolution started and he made it on one of those floating tubs that are so cliche now. I fear for Puig's life sometimes tho, if it's true how involved they say he is with the Mexican mob.
    1. alex angeles posted on 04/25/2014 09:44 AM
      @amber The mobsters who dealt with him and helped him escape are cubans...the mexicans just collected
  3. C-Rhode posted on 04/15/2014 03:58 AM
    Viva Puig!!
  4. Rich posted on 04/15/2014 07:54 AM
    Even if not 100% True, It is very close to what happens daily in Cuba.
  5. Matt Caldwell posted on 04/15/2014 10:25 AM
    Mad props on this story, you did a hell of a job.
  6. HarveyMushman posted on 04/15/2014 11:32 AM
    It's funny.....all of the hispanic Dodger fans are leaving ridiculous comments on the LA Times website accusing Bill Plaschke of fabricating this story and of being a racist for even bringing it up. Amazing how hard it is for them to admit that there is a mexican mafia and that they get up to a lot of very bad stuff.... Speak the truth and you are branded a racist...
    1. kari posted on 04/16/2014 07:41 AM
      @HarveyMushman As a Mexican American that grew up in a border town, it's not all hard to accept. It is a reality. I find hispanics that live in a city with a big hispanic presence but do not directly see the border on daily basis and the reality of life in Mexico have a propensity to romanticize it. I'm very proud of culture but I also acknowledge the deficits. The fact that Puig is dark skinned probably didn't make it any easier for him. As horrendous as that sounds its probably the truth.
  7. ELLIOT posted on 04/15/2014 03:15 PM
    Great story, I cant wait for the Movie....
  8. bpdelia posted on 04/15/2014 04:28 PM
    Damn I read am awful lot of journalism but this is a fantastically researched and written piece. Just great.

    Not much to comment about. It's all in there.

    Complicated and amazing and somewhat depressing.

    It's an interesting question to ask ourselves what's our base level of financial comfort?

    How bad does it have to be to endure this saga. How much do we need.

    For me, there's no financial inducement that could make me risk this. For some people there is.

    Interesting.
  9. Manhattan Beach Carpet Cleaners posted on 04/15/2014 04:56 PM
    Amazing article and journey how he got here and the adversity he faced. This article has gotten a lot of publicity due to the entertainment factor He brings to the game.
  10. PaulLewis posted on 04/16/2014 08:57 AM
    That boys and girls is how to write a story.
  11. Marco A. Sandoval posted on 04/16/2014 09:20 AM
    I just finished the reading the story. The beginning peeked my interest...The middle was a bit long winded...The end peeked my interest again...
  12. mr.L posted on 04/16/2014 03:15 PM
    Definitely an interesting piece. Don't over analyze. Puig is not the first nor will be the last. The use of illegal entities to assist in the passage to this country will continue so get passed the focus of the cartels holding a ransom. He came to this country illegally but for a good reason, SUCCESS!
  13. Zepp posted on 04/16/2014 05:34 PM
    Extraordinary story, and extraordinary journalism. Kudos to Jessie Katz and LA Magazine, and best of luck to Puig.
  14. Doug posted on 04/17/2014 08:19 AM
    I think we should send him back on the next raft. America needs to stop allowing anyone and everyone from anywhere to come here and leech off the system. Puig is the exception because he now has money. What if he had been a flop and couldn't go back...now he is in America with no education or job and on food stamps. The only people excepted should be those who go through the proper steps and legally become citizens of the USA.
    1. Ben R. posted on 04/18/2014 12:17 PM
      @Doug Douglas,

      You are out of your mind. Also, it is totally insensitive and disrespectful to say "we should send him back on the next RAFT"

      Completely ridiculous to think that they should not seek a better life, the only way they can, mind you. Oh, and you used the wrong "accepted"
    2. Mindy posted on 04/19/2014 03:08 PM
      @Doug That's an awfully big assumption you're making about being uneducated just because you're from another country and need to learn English. Might I add that Cuba's literacy rate (95% last I heard, admittedly many years ago), far outstrips that of the good old USA's?

      Learn some facts along with your empty rhetoric, please.
  15. sanford sklansky posted on 04/17/2014 11:22 AM
    As most of you know by know ESPN has pretty much came out with the same story today. Some commenters have pretty much accused Scott Eden as lifting this story. I assume that ESPN was aware of the story here and would not have put Eden's on line if they thought there was something fishy going on.
  16. william corey posted on 04/17/2014 12:40 PM
    mexican cartelshave held mexico hostage forever. its no surprise they would try to exploit a young cuban lad with god-given talent. BOYCOTT TIME WARNER. LISTEN TO FOX SPORTS RADIO 570 in losangeles.
  17. Sam San Marino posted on 04/17/2014 02:19 PM
    Cute story, but all lies in order to make Puig sympathetic and to move this authors agenda.
  18. 2Goldens posted on 04/18/2014 08:33 AM
    William Bergmann's observation is spot on. I was in Cuba 18 months ago (Treasury Dept permitted), and can say that the lifting of the embargo would remove the ability of the brothers Castro to blame the US for their failures. The lifting of the embargo would also create opportunities to grow exports of US farm products to Cuba, which ordinary Cubans need to sustain themselves. Finally, while Raul claims to have made the internet more accessible to Cubans, that isn't really accurate; but, improved relations would enable Cubans to see how residents of other countries have more beneficial economic lives, which in turn would hasten the departure of Raul and the establishment of a government that works for ordinary Cubans.
  19. keepingitreal5 posted on 04/19/2014 08:38 AM
    Great article LAMAG, as a lifelong Dodger fan I'm happy to have Yasiel here in L.A, but at the same time he has brought a lot of negative attention to the team since his arrival as well as positives. I commend him and all other Cuban defectors that leave Castro's regime for a better life though and only hope he can be a good teammate and help instead of hinder the Dodger's this year and in the future.
  20. Barbara posted on 04/20/2014 08:17 AM
    Excellent reporting. I am a Cuban-American who recently travelled back to Cuba. The system is totally corrupt and young people with promise and talent have no avenues to succeed. They must leave to pursue even the most basic dream. Can you imagine being 20 years old and looking at a life of struggle just to meet your basic needs, and NO personal freedoms? Can you blame Puig or any other young person for their very human desire to uplift themselves?
    I am sad and scared for Puig. Too much too fast, especially for such a young man. So many leeches trying to feed from his person. I hope someone with maturity, integrity and savvy takes him under their arm. He needs a good father figure.
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