The Doc And Why We Shouldn’t Worry

Okay, calm down people.

Roy/Doc Halladay (why not just change his name for good?), starting pitcher for the Toronto Blue Jays, was reported yesterday as expressing frustration at his (our) team’s seeming inability to take advantage of situations this year, that could have propelled his (our) team to the top of the division.

Blah, blah, royal blah.

Seriously, who can blame him?  I love my Jays, but we have had some pretty weak performances the past few years by players who should have stepped up to the plate, so to speak.  Last year, we had injuries galore, and I don’t think much save a miracle season by several batters could have changed the end result, even if we had miracles seasons by several pitchers.  This year, that can’t be blamed, and I guess that’s why Gibby and three other coaches were, instead.  I might be risking some bashing for saying this, but I think it was the right decision, made too late.  When J.P. saw Gibby wasn’t having the great success like had been hoped or even the little success that had been expected, that should’ve been the end right there.  Getting new coaches lends a new light on things, and I think it’ll be good for the boys.  Frankly, these men are TALENTED.  They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.  So the fact that after so long, and so many chances, the wins are still few and far between, leads to the conclusion the problem is mostly mental.

My boys are smart.  They just needed new direction.  New inspiration.  And the knowledge that if something isn’t working right, it’s gone.  Shake things up, and you’ll see people with new reason to play hard every day.  Plus, Cito’s apparently helping the team be more “accountable”, which, of course, is desperately needed by the fans.  It’s not just frustrating for the players, after all.  (Anyone remember the whole B.J. Ryan-is-fine fiasco last year?)

So back to my Doc.  This is being played out on Sportsnet and in the news as some big revelation that Doc is unhappy with the Jays, might be looking at leaving, etc., etc……. but in any of the actual quotations in this story, Halladay doesn’t seem anything other than a player who is frustrated.  He doesn’t love or even like to win; he HAS to win.  So this reaction doesn’t come as a surprise.  What would you expect him to say?  That he’s happy we’re not winning?  That he’s disappointed there haven’t been more injuries to blame the losses on?  Come on, guys, stop trying to fabricate news.  He’s upset he’s not winning, which is completely understandable, and I’m pretty sure it just ends there.

And I’m pretty sure he’s going to rock the second half of the season.  I mean, SEVEN complete games, in the FIRST HALF.

Seriously folks, this guy got a line-drive to the temple, so what does he do in his next scheduled start?  Pitches a shutout victory complete game.

Of course.

Because he’s the Doc.

        

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (thanks to Globe and Mail, www.YouTube.com and www.bluejays.com, for references.).

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Clips

Here are some clips of things I saved looooooooong ago.

sleepy sleepy quiet and weepy
wand’ring, floating over land
turn me o’er so you can’t see me
i don’t think you’d understand            

My horns have shifted still I hold my head up where are you my angel whose smile lifts me up..i need you but i don’t need anyone

i’d like a pancake pillow upon which i’d sleep, to silence the sizzle with rest in the deep          [this was initiated because I’d often thought pancakes would make great pillows…..] 

             

from the boy who wonders to the man who thinks and a father who knows….. 
         to the man who snuggles with a dream when in reality grasps only a wrinkled sheet          

        

       

it’s all about the ducks. except the part that’s all about the sea turtles.

       

                        

when my cat is staring at my coat, i wonder what he’s thinking

when my cat is staring at the powerbar cord an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking

when my cat is staring at the bare wall an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking

    

how I love my half orange. Almost as much as my little fluffy thing.  Almost as much as my magic mouse.           [??!!]

          

         

knowledge sought on the subject of that which is disliked yields a greater appreciation of life

      

ahh to be a jangling bag of body parts…..                   [again:  ??!!]

     

neko o tabemasu! taihen oishii desu!

a lost crumpet in a sea full of breadstuff                                                              [followed by:]
i think that metaphor was more complicated than it was worth…..!                  [haha]

   

i’m a sexy vixen ;)….. and I just fell down the stairs. 

        

darn you, Glosette raisins! you will single-handedly beat my will-power to bits….. very yummy, chocolatey, raisiny bits…..                                                                                                                          [my weakness is chocolate, so sue me! ha]

              

seeding started: check. litterbox cleaned: check. shower: check. studying: ….. what do you think?

fast/junk food diet: check. extra 10 pounds from procrastinating: priceless.

       

note to tummy: please stop craving cinnaparts when you are stuffed and hurty

          

           

I held a shell up to the Sun

brushed away the hardened sand

sending light into the water

and I was calm

I took a flower in my hand

let the dew drip from the petals

into my open palm

and I was calm

           

            

So there you have it…… an amalgamation of random notes, messages, insights, outsights.  haha

I’m not entirely sure why I decided to do this, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop.  Well, there you go! 

Months of Counting

Paragraphs on topic,
friends and family present,
a feeling of life on the edge of something newer
Cards and feelings on the table
freshly polished and bombarded with notions
verging on hypotheses not far from illusions

Sentence structure will remain
long after flowers fade and shades are drawn
But would it just wait a while longer?
Dew has not yet settled
and the ink barely begun to flow
There is no knowledge yet but with warnings cautiously heeded
there is promise and hope

What shall emerge from this thick-skinned cocoon?
Or will anything at all?
A new plan could enable us to breathe once more
Or it may again fall short of expectations
and dependence on cure upon cure will resist the pressure
of the deepening crease on my brow
and the tweeting of the sparrows,
the beckoning call of nature

 

Copyright L.M. 2005.

For Now

and for now, I wait
a burning tumbling sinking feeling
what can be done without it?
my knowledge stands pillars beside
inspires my thoughts’ return inside

and for now, I wait
pacing and singing and all-around nerves say
how much can you stand
for feeling so cold, it’s strange that I sweat
and my only motivation is avoiding regret

and for now, I wait
wailing internal, eternal, the bite stings
oh cursed obsessions
I want to be everything, everything
yeah I want to be everything, everything

and if I find out why
can I then justify
all my reasons why
I ought not even try

 

Finished: 9:41 p.m., Thursday, November 1st, 2007.