Sunday, August 1, 2010
July 31 2010 PHI v WSH Game 2. I Think It's Time To Say Goodbye
Dear Brad Lidge,
I want you off my team. I want you out of my city. I understand you were once a very good pitcher at a point in time when it was acutely crucial to the Philadelphia Phillies organization. Yes, you were an instrumental piece of the puzzle in the 2008 World Series championship team, you've reaped that appreciation abundantly and used it as a shield for your failures. You were also an immensely large factor in the loss of the 2009 World Series championship and you're well on your way to potentially being the ambassador of our present downfall. You've shown your true colors to be not that of skill but of fluke. The times you do actually convert a save opportunity is not by the grace of your own hand but by the folly of the opposition. Your days of adoration for past efforts in Philadelphia are over. We must live in the present to go forth and conquer.
You give up a lead off single to pinch-hitter Michael Morse yet record an out on a sacrifice bunt from Nyger Morgan. The Nation sags and sighs. We are getting closer to victory yet no further from danger. You walk Adam Kennedy. The nation cringes and holds its breath until the contraction ceases. Then fucking Ryan Zimmerman steps to the plate. I think you understand where this is going, you were there, Brad.... The sound of the crack as the ball set soaring was akin to the sound of the camel's back finally snapping. Another walk-off 3-run home run and it was all your fault. You lost the game, no one else. 5-7, Nationals.
This has become all too common. Considering the front offices refusal to put you out to pasture, I just have one final question for you, Brad; How many more lives must be lost? You must realize it's all your hands.
This is how my inner-monologue sounded for about 3-4 hours after watching that dingleberry blow another fucking save. Sounds like the mind of a serial killer, right? I have since calmed the fuck down and I mean no harm but shit, Lidge. You really have been stinking up the henhouse the last year-and-a-half and I had to vent in my own way. I feel for you brother, I do. This has to be rough on you, too and my words must only be twisting the knife deeper into your nightmare. You're breaking my heart because you were once the king of closers but now your are becoming a gag.
It's only a game, my man. I think it's time we really for once said goodnight to Brad Lidge. He did us great for one season and we'll never forget him for it but has done us dirty for almost twice that and is now jeopardizing what could be our 4th post-season birth and it's not fucking funny anymore. It's time to say goodbye.
I wonder if Amaro has Scott Mathieson's number?
Fuck new york and let's live for today.