So. Freddie's back in town, looking like that homeless guy you'd drag in off the freeway ramp for a hot meal, a shower and a stint in detox.
In other words, he looks just like me after a day of international travel. (If I were, y'know, a male Swedish underwear model.)
And thus life gets back to normal.
Welcome back, Freddie! All is forgiven. (Or will be after the seventh or eighth goal.)
(Photo swiped -- in an entirely illegitimate manner -- from David over at Seattle Soccer Examiner. Sorry, David! But you know I love you best.)