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Today in Blue Jays History: Roy Halladay

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It is hard to believe that it is Three years since Roy Halladay died in that plane crash. Few deaths have affected me as much. A friend of mine, talking about another friend who died a few years ago, said, ‘time flies when you are dead’. It really does.

We know more about what Halladay was going through in the couple of years before his death. The documentary, Imperfect was hard to face. I wanted to keep the feeling that he was enjoying retirement. And Todd Zolecki’s book Doc: The life of Roy Halladay underlined the pain he was dealing with. If you haven’t read the book, I do recommend it.

Roy pushed himself to be the very best. There are stories of him working out at 5 in the morning. There are stories of him being on holiday and still up at 5 to get in a workout. The work ethic is admirable, but maybe pushing your body to the very edge is hard on it in the long term.

I sometimes wonder if the push athletes have to get as strong and fit as possible will cause their bodies to break down young. I mean, eating and drinking and being overweight isn’t good, but maybe it would be best if ballplayers don’t workout to the very, very edge of what they can do. In my lifetime, baseball players have gone from “I ain’t no athlete, I’m a baseball player” to being muscular enough to be photographed for the cover of bodybuilding magazines. Maybe some have taken it a half-step too far.

Doc seemed to only have baseball in his life. It might have been healthier for him to have had other interests and maybe not pushed himself quite so hard to be perfect. But then he wouldn’t have been the player we loved. If we could go back and tell him, “we would be happy with 95% of perfect”.....Yeah, I know, he wouldn’t have changed a thing.

But I digress....

Halladay was the best part of those Blue Jays teams. He was the guy whose start I didn’t want to miss. I wanted to see every pitch.

He was intense and a perfectionist. He wanted to win every game. All players want to win every game, but Doc wanted to win every game. I can’t imagine he always enjoyed playing for Jays teams who needed him to be nearly perfect to get the win.

I’m glad he is in the Hall of Fame, and I’m pleased he is on the Level of Excellence. I wish he had been around to see it. But, I think the best part, if there was a best part of the days and weeks after his passing, was hearing his teammates talk about him. Hearing the stories of his fun side. I think it is sad that someone has to die before we hear all those stories. A friend of my wife, who has terminal cancer, had her ‘funeral’ before she passed and she was able to hear the love from her friends. I love the idea.

I hope his wife and boys have found peace and remember the good times.

This is still my favorite tweet: