"What the hell are you talking about, dude?"

My two friends looked at each other, then at me, and burst out laughing. A second earlier I had jumped into their conversation sure of myself. The Stanley Cup ends around spring, I told them. I remembered going to the semifinals back when I lived in Nashville.

"What sport are you talking about?"

"Hockey, of course."

"We're talking about golf, dude."

"Golf? How?"

One of them pointed past my shoulder. "Look at the screen behind you."