There used to be a guy who pitched for the Phillies. Name ‘o Halladay.
Had the cold eyes of a shark and the warm smile of a shark devouring something. One of the greatest in the game, they said. The game being “baseball.” Not “devouring.” Though for Halladay, it seemed one and the same.
Anyways, we all know Doc. He’s been gone for a while now, and the Phillies have been somehow better, without those two things being actually related. He’s kept right on rehabbing, as the masses have wandered into the streets to scream about buying or selling.
Which is nice, because the future of his life is tied into such matters. Without him the Phillies are closer to sellers, but they haven’t been playing like it. If they agree, and start buying farmhands with the currency of experienced infielders, then, well, Doc might get the hint. But with everything nice and ambiguous at the moment, his guess is as good as ours.
Well, not really. I’m sure his guesses are far more educated. The point is, with the clock ticking, Doc joined Chase in saying wonderfully bittersweet things.
“The last two years really haven’t worked out the way I wanted, or really the team wanted. So I want to win here. I want to be a part of it. Hopefully we keep ourselves in a spot where we can contend this year and I can come back and help. I’m not looking to go somewhere else. I feel like this is where I wanted to be and I still want to be here.”
Halladay’s doing little more than long tossing. He’s got a big hole to crawl out of, and as much as a rehabbed, turned-back-the-clock’d Roy Halladay rejoining the Phillies and contributing to a trophy of some kind is a beautiful image, we have to realize that perhaps we should really burrow into that fantasy because it’s definitely going to happen.