The "Glory Days" are numbered

By Josh Griffin

In his hit song "Glory Days," Bruce Springsteen sings, "I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will." This doctrine has never meant more to me than it does now.

I am a 21-year old college senior. I started school for the last time in my life on Monday. I am in the midst of quarter-life crisis. My days of pulling all-nighters, drinking cheap beer, and watching football on Sundays at Cluck U. are numbered. The mere suggestion of such things disturbs me. Is there any way to stop these maddening realities that keep me up late at night with my old friend Madden football?

What the future holds, I don't really know. I am a finance major with a writing interest - how's that for a resume builder. I read articles on the ESPN website like Norm and Cliff drank beer at Cheers: early and often. I like to go out into the wee hours of the morning and sleep most of the day to recover. I tried to have a "real" job this summer, and it matched my personality like Ozzy Osbourne belongs in a Mormon temple.

That's all fine with me though. There is no sense in dwelling on the end right now. You never know - the Broncos could return to the Super Bowl and the Kings could finally topple the Lakers. Maybe the Santa Clara men's basketball team can make an improbable run through the season and into the Big Dance. That would make my year. I could catch a real winning streak, and the Cubs could win a World Series before I have gray hair.

As the Boss closes "Glory Days," "time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days." I don't know about you, but I'm willing to live it up for a while, at least for this year anyway. And maybe I'll have a few of those boring stories to tell.