So apparently, in addition to being the best pitcher in baseball, Doc is also the greatest faker that ever faked, at least according to the Star's Cathal Kelly. Highlights:


"AJ's mercurial personality led some Jays insider to wonder if he needed professional help." I often thought that, but that's what made him fun to write about. I love how Kelly indicates that sometimes the mood would change mid-conversation, cause that is especially messed.


"Their relationship was always fraught. That promised call from Burnett's agent, Darek Braunecker, who said he'd check back in with the Jays before finalizing a deal elsewhere? Ricciardi never got it." Oh, you mean like the call JP promised to make to Frank Catalanatto? I'm crying for you, J.P.

Kelly also blows up the whole notion that Doc and A.J. were ever so close as to inspire a ballad. When asked in the spring who he would live with if he had a choice, Doc said, "B.J.", because B.J. is the same everyday. Oh, burn. I guess B.J. doesn't change mid conversation. Maybe Doc just likes the way B.J. flares his nostrils.

So although watching this weirdo I have come to enjoy pitch in pinstripes will make my skin crawl, it should be interesting what the white hot spotlight will do to A.J.'s apparent fragile psyche. A sarcastic hat tip might lead to gun shot wounds.

I once saw a kid in a little league world series absolutely lose his shit on the mound and start crying. Maybe AJ will follow suit during a Jays game and Arnsberg and Doc will come out and lift him, snot covered, out of the fetal position.