Roy Halladay, who, for some reason, I never called “Doc”, was the first baseball card I ever had, and the first athlete that I ever knew by name. He was the reason I became enamored with the sport, and his delivery, fluid and mechanically calculated, is permanently and pleasantly engrained in my mind.
While Torontonians were undoubtedly sad to see him go, they knew he’d given the best he could to this city, and this franchise.
Roy Halladay, to me, represents class, hard work, and the right way to play this beautiful game.
Tino Merianos
There are few people who commanded the respect of a community as Roy Halladay did.