Bochy spoke with Torres this morning, and as you might imagine, Andres the Giant broke down crying.

“What a joy he was to be around,” Bochy said. “He was one of those guys who never had a bad day. He always enjoys being around people and he’s so thankful for everything that’s happened to him in his career.

“He got emotional. He was very thankful. At first, he was fine, then … he couldn’t talk anymore.”

It’s hard not to smile when you think of Torres with his tree-trunk bat and his choppy little sprinter’s arms. Any time a teammate hit a home run, Torres swore it was a called shot — including Renteria’s series-winning drive in Game 6.

I’ve always believed the players who resonate with fans are the ones who simply appreciate what they have and what they get to do for a living. They never button up a jersey without a little bit of lightness in their chest. I’m not sure I’ve ever covered a player who was more grateful, more genuine than Andres the Giant.

They’ll love him in New York.

Even if Andres the Met doesn’t have the same ring to it.