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So remember when I scoffed in tonight’s Game Threat about the Jays opening the gates to tomorrow’s Home Opener at 5 PM, and their encouraging fans to get there early? Um… so it turns out I might have to eat those words about showing up at the last minute. For those of you who haven’t seen the title of this post or can’t see the picture above, to wit:

That. Is. Awesome.

Right?

I mean, ceremonial first pitches are pretty dumb, but that’s awesome, right?

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To answer the question posed by the title of this post, um… apparently!

Also: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????

I know I was wholly dismissive of the whole Halladay thing the entire time– because, honestly people, cut the damn cord– but that’s pretty damn cool and/or shitty.

I don’t really have any other thoughts to offer about that here, except maybe to add that he sure didn’t make it sound like he was that serious about pitching again in 2014 during his retirement press conference at the Winter Meetings– but then again, why would he? And while I don’t know if any of us who remember Dave Stieb’s aborted 1998 comeback really would have wanted to see a broken-down Doc getting his head handed to him in the AL East next year, or that much marginal value being pissed away on warm fuzzy memories, but um… fuck it, because that would have been pretty damn awesome.

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The Roy Halladay we saw this afternoon during his retirement press conference was about the most aloof and least intense version of the man that I’ve ever seen– not that I’ve ever been near him up close– and it was that guy who showed up this afternoon on the Fan 590′s Prime Time Sports, effusively speaking about the injury troubles that have ultimately derailed his career (he said this morning that he’s pitched through a fracture in his back for the last two seasons!), and about the trials and tribulations along the way. He seemed like a man truly at peace with the decision to hang ‘em up, which is the way he said he was leaning even before his final, disastrous season began.

Much of what he said to Bob McCown and Damian Cox, including his deep expressions of gratitude to the Jays organization and its fans, was also covered during the presser this afternoon in Orlando– an eight-plus minute segment of which you can find at the bottom of this post– but there were a few new revelations worth noting…

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It is being widely reported now that the Blue Jays’ announcement scheduled for 12:30 PM ET has to do with the retirement of Roy Halladay, who will sign a one-day contract to end his career with the organization in which he made his name, and won the 2003 Cy Young award.

I don’t think this is how anybody wanted the Winter Meetings to start, but I don’t think anybody wants to see a broken down Roy Halladay any more than we already did in 2013 and 2012, either. Still, though…

We’ve understood this was coming for some time now, but that doesn’t make it any less deflating. And I don’t think would be a cop out for me to not even bother to list his accomplishments or wax poetic about what he meant to the organization and to its fans as the brightest shining light of a grim era of Blue Jays baseball, because we know.

But we also hopefully all know that it was a fun era, too. An era that wasn’t at all a waste, despite the negativity it’s so easy to lay at its feet because of the team’s lack of success. That’s true largely– maybe almost entirely– because we got to watch a generational talent do his thing like a fucking boss practically every fifth day from his return from single-A reinvention-exile in 2001 and for the eight seasons after. We got to see him actually make good on the tantalizing promise he showed in those first two starts, especially the one-hitter, as a rookie way back at the end of the 1998 season. He was ours, and he was great. That’s maybe an overly-simple sentiment, but I think it’s fitting, given the way that on the field Halladay was able to make his complicated, intense, precise greatness look so simple, so understated, so reliable and so easy to almost take for granted.

I think it would be a little bit too fucking maudlin to say that at times it felt as if he would always be there, or some bullshit like that, but it says something that even knowing this was soon coming, when it hits you in the face it’s hard not to feel a little bit empty about it.

But it’s also a great time to remember what we saw for so long up so close. For at least this moment we are the envy of baseball for having had the great fortune of being there, and rightfully so. What a pitcher!

Thanks for the memories, Roy.