Glory Days
I was in the bedroom of a 59 year old bachelor who has been an occasional fuck friend over the past 3 years. I don’t know him well at all. It was the first time I noticed a sports jersey hanging over the closet door. His last name was emblazoned on the back. (At least I know his last name). He told me it was his high school baseball team shirt. He mentioned that it was a Catholic school. I had caught glimpses of trophies in his spare bedroom when I walked down the hall. These random factoids told me more about him than I had heretofore known. I wondered if he was like the guy in that song by Bruce Springsteen who holds on to his past:
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was
[Chorus]
Glory days, well they’ll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days
It had been about 40 years since he had been in high school, and the jersey was hanging in his bedroom. Maybe it was there by chance. I don’t know if he really is stuck living in his glory days, or not. But I know more about him than I did before.
Thank you for reading :)
