Ok, look. I'm not going to sit here and deny the fact that British alternative rock/anarchist punk band, Chumbawumba's Tubthumping, was far more commercially successful than their previous endeavor, Swingin' with Raymond, but if you are trying to tell me the cover art is in the same league, this conversation is over. I'm sorry, but I'm passionate about the band and that is just the way I feel. Having said that, you can imagine my delight and surprise upon discovering that Chumba's former acoustic guitarist/violinist, Chris Nickson's youngest nephew, Roy, had only recently moved into the duplex right across the street.
If you think that wasn't cause enough for me to grab that bottle of Old Charter I'd been saving for a singular occasion, then you haven't been paying close attention to the narrative. The titular character proved a gracious host, devoted fan of mid-priced bourbon, and a prolific story teller. And, oh the stories he told. Regrettably, very few of said stories were about my third favorite British band, unfortunately. It seems he had only met his famous uncle on one occasion, and that being before he was old enough to remember, but nonetheless, Roy was kind enough to regale me deep into the night with tales of his childhood in Des Moines, misspent youth in Ames, and countless shenanigans while attending Ellsworth Community College. Had I not been sworn to secrecy, I would love to expound on the latter. However, I don't think he would object too strongly to my sharing his draft strategy for his current passion...fantasy football. While I confessed my ignorance on the subject, he was very insistent that although he employed this often overlooked tactic in his current dynasty league, he believed in its potential for keeper and standard leagues as well. His conviction is that by spending your first three draft picks on kickers, you are able to corner the market, so to speak, and thus command a premium in trade value as the season wears on. And, after hearing how he narrowly missed the playoffs again this year by a hair's breadth, I must say I am inclined to agree.
And with that, I raise a red Solo in salute to my new friend, Roy. Welcome to the neighborhood, my friend.
It's just crazy enough to work...
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