BASEBALL IS A game of failure. This is a truism that has been repeated over and over until its edges are worn from use. Baseball is a humbling game. That's the mantra. Nobody can expect to survive the grind of the longest season without being tripped up. That's what we've been told.
What, then, do we make of what Brad Lidge did for the Phillies this season? How do we grasp it, understand it, place it in its proper spot in the sporting cosmos?
Forty-one times during the 2008 season, the lanky righthander with the paralyzing slider went to the mound to protect a late lead. Forty-one times the Phillies soon followed his arrival by tumbling out of the dugout to celebrate another win. It happened seven more times in the postseason, including the final out of the World Series when he got Eric Hinske of the Tampa Bay Rays swinging to preserve a 4-3 win, then dropped to his knees, arms spread in triumph. That's 48-for-48. Perfect.
