When I jumped on Facebook and saw a picture of Roy Halladay with “1977-2017” plastered across the bottom, I had to double-take. There is nothing subtle about seeing two years book-ending each other like that so within the span of just a few seconds, I was frantically typing Halladay’s name into google to see what had happened. As many baseball fans did, I felt the atypical devastation that comes with a star athlete dying. I had never known Halladay, nor had I ever really been an adamant follower of his career.
Most of what I knew about Halladay was that he was the quintessential workhorse.