Despite the passing of Ray Chapman, and other horrific beanings in major league history, there is a false bravado surrounding the narrative of pitching inside.
This goes back to the idyllic days gone by, when men were men and real men pitched inside. A fastball to the head was an occupational hazard, and a badge of honor. Pitchers *owned* the entire plate back then, and woe upon the batter that teed off on a pitcher like Don Drysdale or Bob Gibson. Hit a home run against them? Best beware, as that next pitch would be aimed for the earhole.
Except…that narrative is not entirely true. Yes, Drysdale led the National League in hit batters five times, but Gibson only reached double figures in that category four times in his 17 year career. Jamie Moyer hit only six fewer batters than Drysdale, and he was not exactly considered a head hunter. Pitchers like Greg Maddux, Darryl Kile, and Scott Erickson hit more batters in their careers than Gibson did.
What made pitchers like Drysdale and Gibson so effective was their ability to command the inside of the plate. Yes, opponents had an uncomfortable time at the plate against pitchers of that ilk, not because they were firing at their heads, but because they used the inside to their advantage. A truly masterful pitcher moves the ball in and out, up and down, varying speeds and locations. They get a batter to move their feet. A batter may occasionally get hit, but that was not the intent.
Pitching like a Don Drysdale or a Bob Gibson or a Nolan Ryan is an art form. Jose Urena, however, is not an artist. He is 50 Shades or Grey compared to The Picture of Dorian Gray, a joke in guise of something worthwhile.