“Who’s your team?” “Bulldogs.” He stared blankly at me. “Do you not remember them?” I asked because that was well outside of the last five years. The Bulldogs had been around forever. “Yeah, of course,” he said. “I just thought you were a decent guy, and now you tell me you’re a Bulldog supporter? I thought I had better taste in men. What the hell happened to me in the last five years.”
