Man, there’s nothing quite like a 7-2 homestand to calm shaky nerves. Three straight wins to open against the Reds and close against the giants were more soothing than a cup of Earl Grey and a bowl of Blue Dream (not that I know what those things are, mind you, just Googled things that mellow you out). Sandwiched in between those mini-runs was a 1-2 stretch that included a controversial rainout.
I suppose a more metaphorically inclined writer might call the last nine games a delicious sandwich made from very salty, sun-cured meats between delicious slices of sourdough.