What does this team need?
I sat at the feet of the shaman as he slowly smoked his pipe filled with mapacho tobacco.
He looked at me and said, “There is something bothering you, little brother.”
I was quiet for a moment, trying to verbalize what I was feeling... and then said, “Yes… there is. But it’s kind of strange.”
He nodded. “Tell me. I’m listening.”
“My favorite team is the Cleveland Guardians,” I said. “At the start of this season, you could see they...