Toronto Blue Jays: A Conversation Between Roy Halladay and His Body

We enter the Toronto Blue Jays clubhouse. Roy Halladay is watching game film of his last start against the Boston Red Sox. It is 3 a.m. and the only other person in the room is a drunken John McDonald who is trying to catch self-tossed, beer bottle, pop fly's. He snags every. Single. One. Roy Halladay: Well, that wasn't a great start last night. I can do much better, nay, I WILL do much better. Maybe if I just- Roy Halladay's Arm: Roy, listen to me for a second. RH: What is it Arm? Arm: I'm tired man. Maybe it's time for an "anxiety" trip to the DL, no? RH: Sorry arm. I owe it to this organization and my loyal fans. I'm all they've got right now and I need to be the man. Arm: But you've tossed five complete games already! First in the American League! Your WHIP is lower than a chandelier in a dog house. You've pitched more innings than is allowable by the Geneva Convention. I'm pratically falling off here. RH: Cram it, I'll ...