A Great Night for Lidge
I feel great for Brad Lidge.
He got a Good Guy Award recently from the Philadelphia baseball writers. How many guys do you know who blow 11 saves and still stand in front of their locker every day and take full responsibility? I’ve never heard the man make an excuse. He has never blamed his knee. He has never blamed the weather. He has never blamed anybody. It’s a pleasure to be around somebody like that.
I pull for everybody in our bullpen, but when he got into the ninth inning in Game 3, I was pulling for him more than anybody. Think about it. If he can do what he did in the playoffs last year, that puts Ryan Madson back in the seventh and eighth inning. That put me in the sixth to eighth inning. It makes every one of us better. That’s not to put pressure on him, and he knows that. He doesn’t care who gets the save. He’s not an ego maniac. He’s a prideful man, but he keeps himself in check. But if he can pitch like he did last season, I think you’ll see our bullpen really fall into line.
But this was a big win for us. We really battled back.
I sprained my right ankle in the seventh inning. They’re calling it a mild sprain. I’ll be able to pitch. You can bet on that. Ruben Amaro Jr. would have to hold me down and tie me up and that’s not going to happen because I’m bigger than he is. I know I’m one of only two left-handers in the bullpen. I also know this might be my last season in the Majors. I’ll be fine, but I sure would love Cliff Lee to throw a seven or eight innings in Game 4 to give me a couple days to rest it.