It was another real quality effort from Roy Halladay yesterday afternoon. Beauty of it was, you didn’t even have to wait for the bases clearing first inning double from the legendary Adeiny Hechavarria to know he was fucked. The game was over after the leadoff four-pitch walk to Juan Pierre.
Now before I get to the point, I want to highlight that each of this guy’s last two starts has resulted in a 14-2 ass plugging. And that Halladay has a league worst 8.65 ERA among qualified starters. And the fact that people didn’t even get to their seats before the game was over.
Now to the point–you’re a total bitch if you were at the game yesterday and didn’t boo and you’re a bitch if you’re not done with the guy today.
I can hear the apologists now.
“Dude, you’re fucking crazy—he won a Cy Young. And threw a playoff no-hitter. And…and…I touch myself to his Fathead posted up in my bedroom.”
No doubt he’s a Hall of Famer and had a ton of great moments in Philly in a relatively short amount of time. I’m appreciative of all that, but what’s gone down the last two years with this guy is a fucking joke.
It’s not just the brutal results or the nauseating reality that for $20 million dollars they’re getting virtually no return, it’s the whole way both he and the team handled it. He loses it early in 2012, but doesn’t know why. But he does. He says he wasn’t hurt—but he was and knew it. He comes back and says he’s good to go—but wasn’t.
Fast forward to this year and it’s more of the same vague bullshit and excsues. His arm hurts, he’s fatigued, he’s blowing chunks behind the mound in spring training, now his shoulder hurts? Spare me the stories, bro, and admit what everybody already knows—it’s over. He says he hurt himself two starts ago against the Pirates, but the team didn’t know until yesterday. What the fuck is that? Haven’t we been down this road before? And his failure to admit he’s done and refusal to adequately communicate with the team only makes it worse because everyone feels like they have to apologize for this guy.
Tell me again Rich Dubee about how he looks “sharp” in his bullpen sessions only to watch him shit on the mound two days later. Spin me another fable T-Mac, Wheels, and Sarge about how it’s just so strange to see Halladay struggle and hypothesize some excuses about what could be wrong. Minutes before Halladay was lifted in the third inning yesterday, Gary Matthews tried to tell the few assholes like me who were still watching that part of the reason for Halladay’s struggles could have caused by the massive traffic jam on I-95. You gotta be fucking kidding me, right?
Guy was a great player and I respect everything he did here, but this game is about the present and future and he has neither in Philadelphia. No more stories. Let’s just admit it and move on.