This Post Has No Specific Title, But It Does Have Roy Halladay And My Heart

While sitting and waiting to find a job and the next breath, one of my odd joys, and great pleasures, has been the ability to follow the Phillies with friends, even when I am not out of the house. Of course, that is the wonder of Twitter, something that can sit on the side while I try to learn social media and maybe a new skillset, and try not to feel like it is for those young folks.

I found the same community last year with Flyers fans, bloggers, and writers, and that was my first exposure. Mixed in with the FB crew, for a few minutes or hours, all is equal and right in my world.

Never more right than last night. Sitting with my dad and my bro watching Roy Halladay pitch a game that will be forever be a treasured memory, it was almost a surreal feeling knowing there were dozens of others “sitting” with me by the magic of the Twitterverse.  Surreal but wonderful.

As game time approached, the TWEETS finally stopped being pissing matches concerning the respect, or lack of same, that baseball writers showed bloggers and bloggers showed baseball writers. Feathers that were ruffled were brushed back into shape, for at least the next few hours. And none too soon, because the arguments were frankly a bit ridiculous.

I have a number of blogs that I love to follow. I read a lot more that are spot on with details and facts and analysis. However, my favorite blogs are the ones that just enjoy the game and impart that joy.  The blogs that know the details and understand the game are fine , but write about the shared  experience, not just the details. I have a few hockey blogs that I love that have that same feel.

However, I also expect the bloggers to realize that they are writing for my attention, not their own self-gratification. I crave knowledge and experience, but it doesn’t have to progress to wonkiness. A few forget that reading these are leisure time activities. There are no exams at the end of the semester at Blog University.

That is why I have been writing this blog in fits and starts. Trying to find a place to fit in that will entertain the readers, I find myself worried a lot that I am just writing for myself and not enough for others. I have almost 30 posts that I started and never finished because I wasn’t confident that they were what you would want.

OK, soapbox done.

So, without doing a play by play, nor some mathematical equation thingee which confuses me, I just go with my feelings, along the lines of I know what I like and I like what I saw last night.

I saw a pitcher who can zone out all the doubters and naysayers and knowledgeable folk who analyze how successful someone will be before anything actually happens, and then hate the debate that ensues.  I saw a pitcher who did not veer from what he knows he needed to do, not just at game time, but leading up to it. I saw a pitcher who did what he does so well, not get distracted by everything around him.

And I saw a man who knows that any great singular achievement does not occur in a vacuum. Be it propelled  by the charged-up fanbase, by a catcher who has become a master of knowing just how to work with and run this great pitching staff, by a team that gives off the vibe that they are capable of greatness, it is wonderful.

And it is shareable. My dad, who is 87, was ageless during the game as we watched and cheered together. There was never the nervousness and worry that accompanies any dramatic possibility. There was really never a doubt that Doc Halladay would not pitch this game. This is the vibe that Roy brings to our stadium and our living rooms.

A determined confidence.

A pitcher who shared the game with his team and the stadium and with us. While it is about his performance, he also knows it is about a fans legacy. A camera shot on NBC10 of Roy with his sons was the microcosm of what he gave to all of us, his extended family. He turned down all manner of broadcast opportunities today, on morning and late night shows, on cable, on anything that shows up on your TV screen.

He instead got right back to the stadium to practice.

He made me feel like his family, by putting it in the proper perspective of a joy shared by all of us, and not something that put him well above us. The best blogs and Tweeters/FBers do the same thing. This started as a blog about last nights game, and it partially is, but since I tend to write ”stream-of-consciousness “ style, it has obviously veered off course.

However, it has not veered from how I feel, and if it gives you even a small taste of what a few minutes with many of you does for a frustrated fellow, then it hasn’t veered at all.

It is spot-on.

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