Roy Hartsfield died last week at the age of 85, but it only made the news yesterday. He played three seasons for the Boston Braves (lol this dude was old) but he is almost certainly best remembered as one of only two Blue Jays managers that I totally can't remember (Bobby Mattick is the other). To the extent to which I did not exist for much of his tenure, I don't feel bad about that. But I read all about him in Stephen Brunt's pretty good book with kind of a dumb title, and between that and the kind of remembrances that have come from dudes who knew and worked with him, it seems like Roy Hartsfield was pretty alright, just a lifetime baseball guy who was thoroughly and completely from Georgia -- as in, he was from Chattahoochee.
Just imagine how shitty it must have been to manage a team that, on your watch, went 166-318 (that's a .343 clip!) and on top of that played at Exhibition Stadium . . .
in front of this guy . . .
. . . actually that guy is awesome, forget I said anything about that guy. But aside from that guy, there wasn't a whole lot to be excited about with the 1977-1979 Blue Jays, except that there was baseball, which is probably what Roy Hartsfield liked about it too. Or maybe he thought it was stupid, what do I know.
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