"That means a lot," Halladay said. Halladay says it is about location. Halladay lasted just four innings Monday against the New York Mets in his second start of the year, allowing seven runs on six hits and three walks and a hit batter. He read the book on pitching, talked to the man, turned himself into this formidable mental machine as a result. He would throw his fastball exactly where he wanted to throw it, and it would arrive quickly and with just a little bit of movement at the end, and it would leave hitters with an impossible choice: to watch it and wait for a better pitch that would never come, or to swing at it despite knowing that it was in a place where they could do nothing with it. Strike 1. It was magic, simple magic. And it is gone.