My favourite memory of Roy Halladay came on a night he lost an unimportant game in the middle of an unimportant season.
The Jays were playing the Red Sox, who would win the World Series that year, and Doc was coming off his worst start in years... but we weren’t worried. This was Roy Halladay. He never had two bad starts in a row. And to top it off: as we waited in line at the box office, a couple in Red Sox gear came up to us and randomly offered us their extra tickets. Two seats just a couple of rows behind the Jays dugout. The best I’ve ever had. For free. To see Doc.
This. Was. Exciting. We were going to get to watch the best pitcher of his generation ply his craft from just a few meters away.
But this was not Doc’s night.
He gave up a run in the first and then struggled even more mightily in the third, giving up six more runs — including a three-run homer to Mike Lowell. The unthinkable was happening. Two bad starts in a row. Something was very wrong.
But Doc kept battling, got out of the inning, and managed to make it through five before his night was over.
The next day, he was rushed to hospital… and straight into surgery. Turns out Roy Halladay’s appendix was ready to burst. He’d pitched five innings of major league baseball with an organ inside his body on the verge of exploding. And of course when the doctors told him he’d miss 4–6 weeks, he had his own ideas. He was back on the mound just three weeks later.
Put his name on the Level of Excellence, retire his number, and stick a statue outside the Dome. My god, he’ll be missed.
The Jays were playing the Red Sox, who would win the World Series that year, and Doc was coming off his worst start in years... but we weren’t worried. This was Roy Halladay. He never had two bad starts in a row. And to top it off: as we waited in line at the box office, a couple in Red Sox gear came up to us and randomly offered us their extra tickets. Two seats just a couple of rows behind the Jays dugout. The best I’ve ever had. For free. To see Doc.
This. Was. Exciting. We were going to get to watch the best pitcher of his generation ply his craft from just a few meters away.
But this was not Doc’s night.
He gave up a run in the first and then struggled even more mightily in the third, giving up six more runs — including a three-run homer to Mike Lowell. The unthinkable was happening. Two bad starts in a row. Something was very wrong.
But Doc kept battling, got out of the inning, and managed to make it through five before his night was over.
The next day, he was rushed to hospital… and straight into surgery. Turns out Roy Halladay’s appendix was ready to burst. He’d pitched five innings of major league baseball with an organ inside his body on the verge of exploding. And of course when the doctors told him he’d miss 4–6 weeks, he had his own ideas. He was back on the mound just three weeks later.
Put his name on the Level of Excellence, retire his number, and stick a statue outside the Dome. My god, he’ll be missed.