Thursday, April 14, 2011

So Roy Halladay Pitched Yesterday (4.13.11 v. Natinals)

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Prelude to a Facebreaking
The Sorrows of Young Wertzer (H/T Johann Wolfgang (not Santana) von Goethe)
How happy I am that I am gone! My dear friend, what a thing is the heart of man! To leave you, from whom I have been inseparable, whom I love so dearly, and yet to feel happy! I know you will forgive me. Have not other attachments been specially appointed by fate to torment a head like mine? In other respects I am very well off here. Solitude in this terrestrial paradise is a genial balm to my mind, and the young spring cheers with its bounteous promises my oftentimes misgiving heart.  A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

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“You feel you should clean it up on your own,” Halladay said, “instead of bringing someone else in.” [link] 

It says a lot about the greatness--the completeness, if you will--of Roy Halladay that we have come to expect the extraordinary from him every fifth day. And for eight innings last night, Roy battled the Natinals lineup, bloop pop-ups, twirling broken bats and a donkey for a home plate umpire (indicative of the latter-- Roy walked consecutive batters, the rarest of rare occurrences) to deliver on that unspoken contract. Despite the inconsistency of community college flunky and home plate umpire Alan Porter, Roy was masterful through the first eight frames, and it appeared that another complete game shutout was mere formality. 

But in the ninth, the fortunes shifted. You know the drill by now-- a lucky double here, a dribbler there, a seeing eye single over this way, and all of a sudden the tying run was on second base. But for Roy, the outcome was never in doubt. After shooing Uncle Cholly from a requisite mound visit, Roy was all "I got 'em", and proceeded to break the faces off of the next two batters on six pitches to end the game, amusingly, with a questionable strike call to Pudge Rodriguez. 

Roy's pitch tally? Like his typical inning: 1-2-3. His ERA? 1.23. The completeness of Roy Halladay. 

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  1. See, I'm not the only one who gets pouty every once and while. I'm sending day spa passes to that umpire and Charlie, so they can recover properly.

  2. I love the HK tributes scribbled into the margins.

  3. Broke faces.

  4. TheGhostOfChristopherReevesApril 14, 2011 at 12:38 PM

    Remember when I lost my super powers. Couldn't fly. Couldn't leap tall buildings in a single bound. Couldn't see through Lois' blouse. Got my ass kicked by guys Chris Wheeler.

    That's what the first 1/3 of the 9th felt like last night for those watching.

    And then.....BOOM....I found my kryptonite. And I was flying again. Like spinning the Earth against it's natural rotation. 6 pitches. 5 strikes. 1 LOL. 2 broken faces.

    Have fun with Michael Keaton tonight.


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