When I was
minutes out of graduate school and brand - newly twenty - four years old, I drove from West Virginia where I had been in school, down to Virginia to pick up my little brother from college, home to San Diego, and then I slept for an entire day.
Really, it couldn't have been any other way:
Of course the unlikeliest World Series champs in recent memory would be led by a kid who grew up a 45 -
minute drive from Busch Stadium, quit baseball for a year after
graduating from high
school because he was burned
out, and, after the Padres drafted him in the ninth round in 2006, was traded to his hometown team the next year for a childhood hero, Jim Edmonds.