ATLANTA -- Freddie Freeman counted them.
"Fourteen Freeman 5 jerseys," he said, then he buried his face in his towel again, his cheeks reddening and his eyes welling. Freeman saw the jerseys as he drove into Truist Park in Atlanta early Friday afternoon. The sight of them marked the second time -- of many, many others -- that his emotions would overwhelm him.
The first had come about an hour earlier, around noon, when Freeman took his 5-year-old son, Charlie, to Cupanion's, the cafe he visited religiously for his pregame "Freddie Omelet" -- which he was happy to learn was still available.