Freddie, Stop Wallowing

By T.J. Simers

The more that I read about Freddie Freeman, and the wimp that he is, oh boy, we get him around here for the next six years.

Now it’s being told he fired his agent because Freddie learned this past weekend in Atlanta his agent got him a deal that might’ve kept him in Atlanta.

He reportedly fired his agent although his agent got him exactly what he wanted: lots of money, a six-year contract rather than five and a chance to play with maybe the best collection of talent in baseball.

If staying in Atlanta had trumped all that—let’s remember, the agent didn’t sign the Dodger contract. Freddie did.

Convenient that he just learned that he had been hoodwinked while in Atlanta, and then made sure to let everyone know how much he appreciated being a Brave.

!!!Bad enough that he stood out there on the field in a Dodgers’ uniform French kissing his Atlanta World Series ring.

And all the time, I mean, all the time this wimp was crying. All weekend long.

He had the chance to stay in Atlanta but he had his agent slogging for more money. His agent played it rough and tough with the Braves, which is what agents do, but now Freddie wants us to know it was his agent who did everyone wrong.

Here’s why I really like Clayton Kershaw. He’s one of my favorite people, and terrible to know as a reporter if all you want from him is quotes, but he’s a leader and a steely-eyed competitor.

I don’t care what the post-season says about Kershaw to head off the twitter trolls, he’s a stand-up guy.

He told an Atlanta reporter, “I hope we’re not second fiddle,” echoing what every Dodger in that clubhouse probably thinks: Freddie left his heart in Atlanta.

It had to nauseate the Dodgers to watch Freddie wallow in remorse or homesickness or whatever all weekend long. Enough already.

And if his agent didn’t tell him everything about negotiations—and sometimes agents don’t because maybe the Braves said some bad things about Freddie and the agent didn’t want him to hear that—then shame on Freddie.

He’s at the highest level in baseball with the power to call his agent every other hour or demand an hour-to-hour breakdown of what is happening. He comes off like some kind of Nuke LaLoosh rube, in a manner of speaking now taking his status as a client and going home.

I’m sure he’ll hit a ton and lead the Dodgers to many victories, but you can have him.

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