I am crushed. As an oncologist myself and someone who has lost my own father and grandmother to this disease, I certainly realize the power of cancer, and see its devastation every day in my work. Particularly when it happens in someone you know (or feel like you know and have watched the whole ride for), it hits on another level. I will forever associate Jerry as being the voice of the Sox, my adolescence, my college years, and beginning of my professional life. Jerry's voice played through the happiest of times, the lowest of times, and was always a source of comfort. You could be having the worst day of your life, but the moment the Sox were on and you heard Jerry wishing you a "Buenos noches" or announcing Dustin Pedroyer or Jash Bahd in the starting lineup, suddenly everything was OK, even if just for those 3 hours of the day (or 5 if it was a Yankee game). His constant playful banter intermixed with his know-how from having been a professional in this league spoke to the down-to-earth type of person he always seemed to be. Even though the majority of us didn't know Jerry personally, I have a sense that we all feel like we did. He was such a kind, relatable, and likable guy. It's crushing to see him go, but I am glad that he is finally at peace. RIP RemDawg, you will be sorely missed. My thoughts and heartfelt condolences to your family, friends, and loved ones.