Freddie Freeman tempts fate, says pitchers “got nothin’ to get me out with”

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Chipper Jones is at Turner Field today, and he’s telling reporters what Freddie Freeman told him last night:

That’s pretty cool, Freddie. I see no way in which that will ever come back to haunt you. Because if we’ve learned one thing in baseball history, it’s that batters never slump and pitchers never make adjustments.

In other news:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley