Monday, 31 May 2010

Perfection

Boring Sports Background Info:
On Saturday night, Philadelphia Phillies pitcher Roy Halladay pitched just the 20th perfect game game in over 100 years of Major League Baseball.  What this means is that he got out every single batter he faced, without them getting a hit or drawing a walk off him.  27 batters came up to the plate to face Roy Halladay, and he got all 27 out.  This is the rarest, most difficult thing a player can achieve in a game, and Roy (whom you might remember I blogged about once before) will now be remembered forever as one of the players who achieved it.  If you read my previous blog about him, you won't be surprised to learn that the very next day was just another day at the office for Roy.

A Letter To Roy:
Hi Roy,

I know we agreed to end our relationship, but I just can't help myself, I need to say these things.  I'm so sorry about the way it all went.  I am aware it is a tired cliché, but I now realise just how right Joni Mitchell was when she said "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone."

Every single day you gave us your best, you gave us every ounce of yourself, and we never truly appreciated it until we were just a speck in your rear-view mirror.  We should have tried harder for you.  I wish we had tried harder for you.  I am so sorry.  It must have killed you to give of yourself as much as you did day-in and day-out and not have us put forth the same effort.  While other teams were acquiring pieces to fit around their superstars, we did the bare-minimum required to keep you thinking things might change.  While other fan-bases were filling their stadiums in support of their superstars, we took you for granted and didn't make you near as high a priority as you deserved.

-

I saw you yesterday.  You were with... them.  You looked happy.  It made me miserable.  Don't get me wrong, you deserve to be happy, I just wish you were happy here with us, where you belong.  You never smiled like that while you were here.  I am so sorry.

Yes, yes, you don't need to tell me, I know that we didn't have the same vision of the future that you did.  I know that they make you feel truly wanted, truly supported, and we never did that.  I know you had chances to leave before and you stayed.  I know you saw potential in us, I know you just wanted us to match your effort so that we could be happy together.  I know we squandered chance after chance, and I know you had enough... but I still can't help that every time I think of you, I wish I could turn back time.

I want to go back to a sunny day in the middle of July when you were still ours.  I just want to live one of those days over again, so I can show you the support you deserved at least that one time.  I know we could fix this if we had one more chance, I know we could make you love us again.  We shared some good times, did we not?  Remember the near no-hitter in 1998?  Remember the Cy Young award in 2003?  Remember how supportive the community was to you and your wife's charity efforts?  There must have been something that made you stay for so long!

Ugh.  I'm sorry.  I'm being pathetic... I know that it's too late.  I know you've moved on already, because I have seen how much more fun you are having with them.  I didn't think it would be this hard.  I've been through it all before, you're not the first one to be driven away by us.  At one point I honestly believed this was what I wanted, that this was for the best.  I was so wrong.  I am so sorry.  We pushed you away with our apathy.  We pushed you away with our inertia.  We should have realised how special it was that you cared so deeply in spite of our lack of effort, and done everything in our power to make you stay.

-

There's plenty of fish in the sea.  There's another tired, old cliché, but one cannot deny that it is also true.  Problem is, the other fish will never be you.  Some may share similar traits, but there will never be another who will give so much while getting so little in return.  Maybe there is a lesson here, maybe we will learn that it is wrong to let our inertia kick in and allow us to settle for mediocrity.  Maybe we'll treat our next star better.  God I wish we'd treated you better.  I am so fucking sorry.

I used to check up on you after every game, but I don't think I will anymore.  It is too hard.  It hurts too much to know how well you're doing with them.  I am still far too attached to you to ever move on, so I am going to check out now.  I wish I was strong enough to remain friends, but every time I see you I die inside.  I want to tell you how sorry I am, I want to beg you to come back, but that isn't a healthy existence.  Please don't think I'm ignoring you to be be cruel or to make a nasty point, I am doing it for the sake of my own sanity.

I miss you...

-Dan