Yes, that's right, Blobophiles. Now that the Cubs have regained their rightful position -- first -- in the NL Central, it's time once again to check in on the Blob's favorite crappy baseball team, the Pittsburgh Pirates.
Yes, you there in the back.
Of course I realize nobody cares about the Pirates. Of course I realize you're tired of hearing about them. My response to that is, too damn bad. They're my sorry-ass team, and it's my Blob.
What's that?
OK, fine. Goodbye. Don't let the door you-know-what in the you-know-what on the way out.
Now, then. Where was I?
Oh, yeah, my sorry-ass Pirates. If you haven't noticed lately (and why would you?) they are doing exactly what the Blob knew they were going to do, back in those heady, delusional days of May when they were impersonating an actual baseball team. Once they were actually in first place for a heartbeat; now, like water seeking its own level, they have returned to their rightful position, which is fourth place, seven-and-a-half games out of first and five behind the third-place Cardinals. They've lost seven of their last 10 games.
Only the dreary Reds remain in their wake, nine games behind. The gap was 10 games a couple of days ago. This means the Blob's cherished Battle for the Cellar could still happen before the summer's out.
In other words, there's still hope. Or reverse hope. Or whatever.
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