Just to put this into a sports perspective, Brooks Robinson had not yet won his final Gold Glove the first time I saw Bruce Springsteen in concert. That was back in 1975 at the Roxy Theatre in Hollywood, and -- as amazing as that show was -- no one could have imagined back then that he'd still seem as fresh and relevant as ever nearly four decades later.
The "Wrecking Ball" tour passed through Washington last night, and Springsteen was bursting with energy for nearly three hours. He played a large chunk of his newest album and delivered a strong selection of his classic songs to a packed house at the Verizon Center. He also delivered several touching tributes to saxophonist Clarence Clemons, who passed away last summer.
Since I'm nothing if not a sucker for nostalgia, it wasn't lost on me that I went to my first Bruce concert with my first-ever editor, a wonderful friend named Robert Rohwer who was instrumental (see what I did there) in launching my journalistic career. Please don't hold that against him.
I went last night with my current editor, Ron Fritz, so for my first Bruce concert and (who knows) perhaps my last, I went to see The Boss with my boss.