If you read our carefully through our whingeing and griping yesterday, you'll see that there was no doubt in our mind that Roy Halladay was capable of a stupendous performance like yesterday's no-hitter of the Reds. And it's not that we wished any ill will towards our one-time hero. (Okay, not much ill will, anyways.)
The crux of it is this: It's a lot easier to get on with life after Doc by just ignoring him and pretending not to notice much of what he's up to. Moreover, it's like daggers to our Blue Jay loving heart every time we hear about Roy's "11-year wait" to get into the playoffs, and how he's finally getting the opportunity that he so richly deserves. How it was so sad that he never got the chance to pitch this sort of game before, and how it is so great that he was able to pick this particular situation to get himself over the top.
Hearing that shit just makes us want leap off a cliff.
And if we're being honest here, we'll confess to being more than a little jealous that our Roy is suddenly becoming everyone else's Roy as well.
But, as our Twitter pal MK Piatkowski quite rightly pointed out last night, we Blue Jays fans had our moment of swiping another franchise's icon away so that he could finally taste glory, so Doc's moment in the spotlight might well be a measured turnabout for what we did to the Milwaukee Brewers with Paul Molitor back in 1993.
In the end, it's really not about us and our sour patch of hurt feelings. It's about watching a guy who gave you so much as a fan continue to burnish his reputation, and make the world see what an extraordinary talent he is. And on that level, there's a certain contentment in seeing Doc shine.