Chapter 1 The bar smelled like fried wings and spilled beer, the kind of place where everybody was wearing blue and yelling at one of the TVs. I didn't bother counting the screens, but there were a lot. Most of them showed the Titans game - no surprise in Nashville. In the corner, though, a group was cheering at curling. Curling? Really. I guess there are all types. I wasn't here for the game, not really. I was here looki...