For the first time since I went to Ireland back in June of 1988, I am up on the World Cup scores, especially Sweden's standings. I can go all day in ignorance, hearing and immediately forgetting the scores on the radio, but I can't pretend not to hear my co-workers re-hash how wonderfully both Sweden and Argentina played last night (the game started at 11 p.m.), and how happy they are that their team is going on to the next round.