Broxton unable to deliver

PHILADELPHIA -- Part of being a closer, the most mentally taxing job in baseball and perhaps all of sports, is knowing that eventually it will be your turn to fail. Sooner or later, a ball is hit where they ain't, or an outfielder loses a ball in the lights, or a hitter who knew exactly what you were about to do rips a game-winning double into the gap, and then you lose. And when that happens, you look very much like Jonathan Broxton did at just before midnight on Monday: head down, shoulders slumped, eyes on the ground, the pain of defeat stabbing you anew with every step and with every cheer of the crowd.