(*Sigh*) Nice try, Mr. Oswalt. Hope you're around for Game 6. Anyway, ever since Roy Oswalt came over to the Phillies late in the regular season, there's been a lot of talk about the name "Roy." When you've got two dominant pitchers on the same team with the same first name, everyone falls all over themselves to come up with a cutesy title for the two of them. Like you, I've suffered through the teeth-grating attempts at cleverness. And I've never heard more talk about the name Roy since the mid-1970s when Roy Scheider needed a bigger boat and Roy Clark was a-pickin'-and-a-grinnin'. I was a mere lad of 10 back then, and the name Roy meant a lot to me. It's the reason why when I hear the name, I don't think of Oswalt. And I don't think of Halladay (better be on your game Thursday, sir). I don't even think of this guy. I don't think of Roy Smalley, Roy Face or Roy McMillan either. Instead, the person that I ...
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