Thirteen Teams, One Unforgettable Career: Farewell to Octavio Dotel
- Mark Rosenman
- Apr 8
- 2 min read

There’s no easy way to say goodbye to someone who pitched in more ballparks than most of us have flown over. Octavio Dotel, the ever-smiling, always-ready right-hander who seemed to have a locker in every Major League clubhouse at some point, has died at the age of 51.
Dotel passed away after being pulled from the rubble of the Jet Set nightclub in Santo Domingo, following a tragic roof collapse during a concert early Tuesday morning. He was reportedly rescued alive but later succumbed to his injuries en route to the hospital. Reports from the Dominican Republic suggest the disaster claimed dozens of lives, with over 150 people injured.
It’s the kind of heartbreaking, surreal ending you never expect—especially for someone like Dotel, whose life was as resilient as his fastball.
Born in the Dominican Republic, Dotel signed with the Mets in 1993, and by '99, he was toeing the rubber at Shea. He notched his first big league win that July and even picked up the W in Game 5 of the NLCS. Not bad for a rookie still figuring out how to pronounce "Flushing."
From there, Dotel’s baseball passport got a serious workout. He played for 13 big league teams, including both New York squads—yes, even the Yankees got a taste. He won a World Series ring with the Cardinals in 2011, made history in Houston as part of a combined no-hitter against the Yankees in 2003, and racked up over 100 saves and 1,100 strikeouts over 15 seasons.
Pitching for that many teams can either make you a trivia answer or a testament to perseverance. Dotel was both. His career was a kind of baseball road movie: a little chaotic, plenty of detours, but always with an electric performance just around the corner.
He wasn't just a journeyman—he was a craftsman. A strikeout machine. His 10.8 strikeouts per nine innings remains the best rate for any right-handed pitcher with at least 900 innings in the books. And in an era of specialists and spreadsheets, Dotel just showed up, warmed up, and blew it past you.
But beyond the numbers, Octavio was known as a mentor, a teammate, and a proud Dominican ballplayer. He stood tall in the bullpen, in the clubhouse, and especially on the international stage—winning the 2013 World Baseball Classic with the Dominican Republic.
He didn’t just play the game. He lived it. In every division, every league, every zip code.
In the end, Octavio Dotel was more than just a baseball nomad. He was a man who kept coming back—on the mound, from injury, from adversity. Even in his final moments, he was pulled from the wreckage. That was who he was: a fighter, right to the very end.
Rest in peace, Octavio. You may have changed uniforms more than anyone in the game, but you’ll always belong to baseball.
Comments