You never know when you're going to run into someone who makes you think about fantasy sports differently than you had before.
It happened to me last week when my family gathered in the Bay Area for the holidays, and there, sitting on the couch, was my wife's 70-year-old Uncle Rick.
I hadn't seen Uncle Rick in close to a decade, and at first it seemed like we might not have much to talk about. He didn't believe in the Golden State Warriors. He didn't play poker. And I couldn't convince him to have a beverage with me.