It should be impossible to feel sorry for Freddie Freeman. But I do.
His return to Atlanta went off nicely, at least regarding tangible results. His new team won two of three. He got a key hit in the 10th inning of Game 3. He received his World Series ring. He drew standing ovations on an hourly basis. He hugged everybody in sight. And yet, by the end of the long weekend, something seemed off.
It was no surprise when he teared up at a pregame press session Friday. (The surprise would have been if he hadn’t.) When he was still getting misty Sunday night, you began to wonder, “Is he OK?”
