Well the great winter storm of '09 has passed. Thousands of people are digging in their overstuffed closets and garages searching for a shovel as we speak.
But there was also another kind of storm this week in Philadelphia: The Roy Halladay storm. And while this trade was unexpected, mind boggling, and amazing all in one package, it almost seemed like Santa stuck a lump of coal in the glove box of the shiny, new Ferrari that just pulled in our driveway.
Cliff Lee is gone. And I can't help but feel disappointed. What he did for the Phillies in the postseason was 'beyond baseball'. His performance will be gushed about for decades. When I hear people speak of him I'm reminded of the way 17 year old girls gush about their new found love conquest (or at least the way I used to). But this love was greater. It was more than just a flirtation between the fans of Philadelphia and Clifton Phifer Lee - it was bordering on worship. All one had to do was take a glimpse of the fans packed in C-Bank. In one sighting a person could spot at least a couple dozen "UnbeLeevable" signs held in the hands of appreciative, clamoring fans with Lee - 34 stamped proudly on their back. Cleveland had given us a gift that was simply un-returnable (or so we, and HE thought).
But Ruben Amaro knew something we didn't. He had an ace up his sleeve. And for one measly second, we all had High Hopes that maybe, just maybe, us Phillies fans could clamor over not one Cy Young winner, but two- together. We could almost see them mowing not only through the NL East, but plowing through any post-season foe we'd have to face in the World Series. Barring any serious injuries, we would clearly be the favorites to make it back for a third consecutive year behind the strong arms of a starting rotation featuring the two Cy Young's at the top, and Hamels and Happ behind them.
Oh, what could have been.
In the end we all feel like we can't have our cake and eat it too.This is not to take away from the elation most of the city feels for acquiring the greatness of Halladay. This article is just to express the mindset of a die-hard who is elated, yet a little jaded at the same time. I feel like I just broke up with the most devoted and earnest boyfriend that I've ever had, and yet there's a stud with a promising future knocking on the door not two minutes after the other has fled.
So after a weekend of being snowed in with nothing better to do but dwell over the past and dream of what could have been, I've decided to break out a shovel and do a little cleaning myself. It's time to move on with the dream of Halladay leading the way for our Fightins.
Plus, there's always next year's trade deadline and Lee's pending free agency that I'm sure will get the city of Philadelphia in a flurry again next year.