
Last night, while staring at the ceiling, bored out of our frigging skull, our mind turned to Roy Halladay.
We pictured him striking some chump out, then walking coolly off the mound, as he's
want wont to do. We pictured him swearing at himself into his glove, as he's also
want wont to do.
God almighty, we're going through withdrawal. And it is still more than a month until pitchers and catchers report.
Occasionally, we'll tune into ESPN Classic to see if they might be showing a baseball game just to get us through the winter, but usually, they're running old episodes of Kiana's Flex Appeal. (Which is satisfying in its own way, but hardly a substitute.)
And seriously: Do we really need the "Pub Night" Fridays? Is there any such thing as "classic" darts?
We'd settle for Halladay throwing darts. Hmm...let's see what happens when we Google "Roy Halladay Darts".
TA-DAA!
Speaking of Pitchers and Belly ItchersBelong to Rios basically
wrote the post that we were going to write about the Jays' stockpiling of dubious bullpen arms. There's not much there to get excited about, but then again, guys like
Scott Downs didn't have a ton of cachet as off-season signings, and they turned out to be pretty useful.