Here we go, better late than never.
Watching Doc Halladay pitch playoff baseball in front of 50,000 people is like watching an ex-girlfriend squirt a storm from another dude.
It fucking hurts, but we can't look away without our dicks in our hands.
The thing is, we over here in BJ land, already knew the magic that Leroy can produce. For everybody else in Baseball America, you now are all experiencing what we enjoyed for almost 10 years.
I enjoy a tidily pitched ballgame by Doc. There were many a time where I'd catch a game where Halladay was supposed to start at 7:05, and already had movie tickets for 10, and made it for both, with no hassle. It was as if Doc had tickets to the SAME movie and we were going to meet up . . .
I love the fact that Leroy gets to pitch in front of 50,000 instead of 5,000 (even though most of us were part of that crowd). And on behalf of the rest of us Jays fans, we are happy to see him pitch in the playoffs.
But Doc, did you REALLY have to pitch that no-hitter on your FIRST playoff game?!
Shit.
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