F.S. Player: Dylann

For two nights I stayed in the hostel known as Dylann's apartment. The allure of San Diego, coupled with Dylann's own popularity and general enthusiasm about anything and everything, has made her a crash pad for multitudes of her friends over the past few months. I was supposedly the last of the latest crop of moochers taking up her couch (which was incredible), and couldn't have asked for a better host. She toured me through the various parts of La Jolla, downtown San Diego, followed by an accidental nap and subsequent sunburn at her pool.

Being in a position to tour the country and have friends to offer their couches to me is what has made this trip possible, but more importantly, it is has given the trip a greater perspective for me in my deliberations on greater questions than who is the starting pitcher for the next day's game. Dylann was refreshing in that she is one of the few people who knows what she wants in life and, in her words, isn't sacrificing the present for the future. I'm jealous of her for that--she knows where she wants to be, and what she wants to be doing, and has worked to make both of them attainable without forfeiting either. Plus, she was perfectly gung ho for anything I felt like doing, even if it was doing nothing by the pool and then cooking up my road trip gruel for dinner instead of touristing it out. I'd continue heap praises upon her, my favorite city, and my favorite ballpark to date, but the last thing the girl needs is an excuse for more people to take her up on her hospitality.

The seals, not otters, of San Diego. Eating, sleeping, swimming, and living in San Diego. Think I'm jealous? You're thinking right.