Freddie Freeman’s Last Game

Hopefully, Freddie Freeman’s actual last game won’t be for many, many years.

But I can’t get the last Braves game of 2019 out of my head, and largely because of Freddie Freeman.

You may recall (though I try not to) that the St. Louis Cardinals scored 10 runs in the first inning of Game 5 of the NLDS. The Braves lost 13-1.

Mike Foltynewicz pitched a third of an inning and was charged with 7 runs, 6 earned. He had plenty of “help” in that wretched inning. If memory serves (and you’ll forgive me if I forget some of the details, because it was just that miserable), Brian McCann dropped two balls from two different batters that would have been strike three. Max Fried gave up the other three runs that inning.

But I don’t hear much about that. Apart from the sheer ridiculousness of a game that was “over” about 20 minutes after it started, what I hear about is Freddie Freeman’s error in that inning. If he’d made what would ordinarily have been a double play (and an inning-ending one at that), the game would have been 1-0.

Both Foltynewicz and Freeman gave post-game interviews. Foltynewicz’s made me sad. Freeman’s broke my heart.

And it’s stuck with me. He blamed himself for both the loss in Game 5 and for the NLDS series loss.

He didn’t play well. At all (nor did most of his teammates). He was suffering from a bone spur in his elbow, and post-season surgery showed that what was going on with that elbow was worse than even the doctors thought.

His performance in the NLDS didn’t help, but it wasn’t just his fault. By a long shot.

I wondered how Freddie was doing since that Game 5. I was delighted to see him surprising a kid who was dressed as Freddie Freeman for Halloween while taking his son Charlie Trick-or-Treating.

Life does go on, after all.

I attended a Q&A with him, Ozzie Albies and Dansby Swanson at Chop Fest, the Braves’ winter event, this weekend.

Twice he mentioned the St. Louis series.

This bit was particularly interesting (in response to a question about his favorite places to play).

(He actually said “close,” not “tender.” Same difference.)

I’m looking forward to turning the page with the start of a new baseball season. I hope we’ll all be able to.

As for Freddie, I gained a whole new level of respect for him this weekend.

It’s been awhile…

About a thousand years ago (also known as in 2007), I started a blog. This blog.

I blogged every day in 2008.

I blogged off and on in 2009, 2010, and 2011. In December of 2011, my dog, Toby died. I posted briefly the day he died, and told the story of his death in April 2012. That was the last time I posted.

If you look around, you’ll notice that some of the links are dead, as are many of the photos.

Earlier today, I realized I have some Thoughts I Want to Share about Freddie Freeman. I considered writing a thread on Twitter, but then I remembered this blog.

So, I’m going to reacquaint myself with how to navigate this dashboard and get started.

 

Toby’s last photo

On The Tenth Toby-versary, I took photos of Toby when he was sitting on the back of our couch, just like I had on the 8th and 9th Toby-versaries.

However, I didn’t post that photo with the post about the Toby-versary, partly because I couldn’t find the card reader. But, I think part of me wanted to keep it private, because I suspected the 10th Toby-versary would be the last one.

I was right. Toby died 11 days later in his sleep.

We’d taken him to the regular vet the day before because he just wasn’t quite right. The vet said his heart was worsening, and that we should take him to see the cardiologist for a check-up within the next week or so.

We just happened to be able to get an appointment the next day, December 9.

At 10 a.m., Ed called me at work to report that the cardiologist said his heart was, indeed, worsening, but that there was still stuff to do. She prescribed Vetmedin, and told us he’d likely feel much better very soon. I was thankful we’d likely get at least a little more time with him. But, we remembered that Toby was still quite old.

When Ed got home, Toby barked as he always did. He hopped out of the car, walked up the steps from the garage, got some water. All typical Toby behaviors. Ed went up to take a shower before work.

At 11:33 a.m., he called me again. “Toby’s dead!” he wailed.

When he came down the stairs to grab his work shirt, he found Toby stretched out at the bottom of the steps. He often slept there, but Ed very quickly realized he wasn’t asleep. He’d been upstairs showering for ten minutes, tops.

We were stunned, but glad he died peacefully.

Within an hour of his dying, both our regular vet and the cardiologist had called. They were stunned, too. The cardiologist’s best guess is that Toby experienced an abrupt rupture of the chorda tendinea. The chorda tendinea are, according to Wikipedia, “cord-like tendons that connect the papillary muscles to the tricuspid valve and the mitral valve in the heart.”

But, I like referring to them by their English translation: heart strings.

Here’s that last photo I took on our Toby-versary.

The last photo I took of Toby before he died

As a friend on Facebook said, it’s classic Toby. He certainly had our heart strings. 🙂

The Tenth Toby-versary

This time ten years ago, I was meeting Toby for the first time.

When I got him, I never DREAMED I’d have him for ten years. Heck, when I posted about my eighth Toby-versary, I doubted I’d be here.

Whether we’ll see an 11th Toby-versary is anyone’s guess. If I had to place a bet today, I’d say, “no.” (Ask me on a day when he acts like a puppy, and you’ll get a different answer.) His heart disease continues to progress. He’s slowing down physically. He walks like a very old man a lot of the time. He’s very, very sleepy, probably from his heart disease as well as simply from old age. Long story short, I know he’s winding down.

We’re trying to keep him having fun and moving as much as he is able. This is one reason why we enrolled him in nose work. LOOK! Twelve-year-old dog doing nose work!

I also learned a bit about tracking last weekend and Toby did a few “baby tracks.”

We don’t have illusions that Toby will be end up a champion nose worker or tracker. In fact, we may not do much more of either. (He has just three more classes.) But he’s having fun, which makes me happy.

So, we’ll see. He’s 12 now (on Nov. 19), which is on the high end of a Cavalier’s life expectancy. The vet says we’ve done a great job with him. I think we’ve done a great job with him. I just wish he could live forever.

Southern Tornadoes Hit a Little Too Close to Home

First, I am fine. Ed is fine. My parents are fine.

Large portions of the very small town in which my parents live, however, are not. About 8:45 p.m., I learned that a tornado a mile wide was headed straight for their town. The town has a population of about 1,000. Mile-wide tornado + small town = the possibility of really bad news. I was terrified waiting for them to call after it was over.

It is scary to see video shot by a local newspaper that shows disarray in the downtown that contains this gazebo where Ed and I had our photo taken after our wedding five years ago tomorrow…

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And to see shots of cars coming across this bridge we walked across after the wedding…

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And to see huge trees uprooted in the park where we took photos on our walk after the wedding.

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The park is also where we went for a walk with Francis and my sister when they visited two years ago just after Christmas.

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As I said, my parents are fine. Their house is fine. But a house less than a mile from them (as the crow flies) was completely destroyed. That house wasn’t the only one destroyed. But it was the house my dad was at when I called to check in on them again this morning. (Another severe thunderstorm hit after we talked last night.) Dad was helping the owners gather up what could be salvaged. There wasn’t much.

This all hit WAY too close to home. It could have been my parents’ home. Or my parents. So many people were killed from these storms.

By the way, the video I mentioned? It was taken yesterday MORNING after a bad storm including lots of straight-line winds came through. So, the worst was still 12 hours in the future.

I am so thankful my parents are o.k. I am praying for the families of those who are not.

Snow vs. No Snow

To recap, Atlanta had about six inches of snow last Sunday night, followed by freezing rain on Monday. Atlanta isn’t good with snow and ice (not much snow/ice removal equipment), but usually this isn’t a big deal because it warms right up. However, this last week the snow and freezing rain were followed by days of below-freezing temperatures. The snow and ice didn’t go anywhere. Most Atlanta-area school systems were closed all week. My office was closed three full days — as were many offices. Thursday and Friday the office didn’t open until 11. It was a mess. (I could go on for paragraphs.)

Temperatures were above freezing all weekend. However, you wouldn’t know it by looking at our yard this morning.

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Not much different from last Monday, huh?

This is our driveway this morning.

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I’ll still need my boots to navigate it tomorrow morning.

By contrast, this is my across-the-street neighbor’s driveway.

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Dry.

Yes, we have a “battle” of snow vs. no snow in our neighborhood.

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Isn’t that wild?

It was an interesting week, one that we’re not likely to experience again for a LONG time (think decades, please, God!). But, Ed and I are going to buy a snow shovel, just in case.