I found out David Freese was traded.
This was a pretty traumatic day for me, but it is also, possibly, a humorous story, and one that could only happen to me. So I felt I should share.
When I woke up this morning, I was in a great mood. My Thanksgiving break just started, I was in my own bed at home. Full sized, not twin, so I had so much room to stretch out and sleep. It was wonderful. I arrived at work at 8:00am, logged in to VEB, learned about soccer, and left this comment:
I thought I was at peace with the possibly of Freese being traded,
but when it actually looked like a legitimate possibility I realized I am not okay with it.lil_scooter93 on Nov 22, 2013 | 8:41 AM reply flag
YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM AWAY! GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE!
/clutches Freese’s pant leg, sobs
I did some more work, goofed off on VEB, and then went out to lunch at the Chesterfield Mall with some friends from work. My Friday workday ends at 12:00pm, so I drove myself, said goodbye, and did a little shopping. I went into BAM! and picked up a copy of "Moneyball" and "Running for Women", bought a wallet I had desperately been needing from Fossil, had the lady from the kiosk straighten my hair, looked in Express.
Then I went into Lids Locker Room. It was around 2:00pm. I was looking to get some idea of gifts I might want to give and/or get for Christmas. I went to the children's section and was speaking with the worker.
"I want to get a shersey for my three-year-old sister. I kind of wanted to get her David Freese, but I am afraid he will be traded, so maybe Matt Holliday," I said.
"He was actually just traded," said the worker.
"What. For who?"
"Peter... something," he answered me.
"Bourjos!?" I exclaimed, "When did this happen?! I have been monitoring this all day!"
"Literally about 15 minutes ago," he told me.
"I have to go," I told the man, and ran out of the store, and out of the mall, tears threatening to bite at the corners of my eyes.
"Get a grip, girl. You are not crying over this. It is just cold outside," I told myself.
I got to my car, turned on my phone and called my brother. Before he could finish saying hello, I demanded he check for me to see if what I had heard was true. Just as he verified the information, I heard the voices of Randy Carriker and D'Marco Farr confirming what I knew already to be true.
Freese was gone.
I drove home in a fury, yelling profanities at the radio analysts and other drivers on the road. I ran inside my home, threw my recently purchased items in the floor, turned the television to MLB, powered on my computer, and flopped on the couch. I was mentally drained.
Prior to 2011, I had always liked the Cardinals, but if I am being honest, they were always second place to the Rams to me. I was a football girl.
David Freese changed that. I went from a girl that very much liked the Cardinals, to one that loved them. I not only just followed them, I began to follow the team religiously and passionately. I feel like I just lost a friend.
50 years ago to this day, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. I wasn't alive then, so I cannot say where I was when I heard the news, but I will always remember how I found out Freese had been traded. This may have been the right move, the best move, the smart move, but with the exception of the passing of Stan Musial, baseball has never caused me such heartbreak.