At age 7, Freeman played with the nine-year-olds. At 9, he played with the 12-year-olds. As a senior at El Modena High School, he was chosen by the Braves in the second round of the 2007 draft. Fred had to sign the contract — for a $409,500 bonus — because Freddie was only 17, and when Freddie grew homesick in the Gulf Coast League, Fred flew to Orlando for two weeks of ballgames on back fields and dinners at Applebee’s.
A pattern was established: Freeman would struggle, call dad and find his way.
“Even in Triple-A, when he was 20, he’d call me after two weeks and he was batting under .100,” Fred Freeman said. “He said, ‘Dad, I made a mistake, I need to come home, I’m not good enough.’
“So I flew out to Charlotte, because they were playing there, and I watched one game and he struck out four times. And I said, ‘Freddie, you’re so excited, there wasn’t one strike that you swung at.’ He said, ‘Really?’ I said, ‘Freddie, they’re bouncing up there. Tomorrow, don’t swing. You can’t do any worse.’ So he walked the first two times on eight pitches, and then the third time up he hit one off the center field fence on the first pitch.”