That would be the Battle, the entirely made-up and overblown Battle for the Cellar in the NL Central, in which the Blob's crappy Pittsburgh Pirates and the even crappier Cincinnati Reds duke it out for Crap Supremacy in the division.
(And, yes, I know, Blobophiles: "Not this AGAIN!!" Yes, this again. Too bad. Deal with it.)
(Or not. I honestly don't care.)
Anyway ... a few weeks back, when the Reds weren't even trying and the Pirates were playing so far above their heads it looked like they'd been pumped full of helium, the Battle was as dead as rational thought in America. The Pirates were nine, 10, 11 games ahead. The Reds were flirting with relegation to Triple A.
Now?
Now, after the Reds somehow swept the mighty Cubs (a trick of the light, the Blob suspects) to go to 8-2 in their last 10 games, the gap is down to four games. Four. Games.
So it's officially a race now.
Pop some corn. This is going to get good.
OK, so bad, then. Horrendously bad.
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