The tea the shaman served was bitter. “La medicina” he called it. Jimbo didn’t think he was sick, but he knew not to turn down hospitality from a polite old man. After all, Jimbo was a guest in Peru.
“Bottoms up!” Jimbo said as he took down the brown brew. Coach laid back on his mat as he was drowsy. Looking up at the thatched roof of the hut this shaman called home, Jimbo wondered if he could give it all up for such simple accommodations. Could be nice, living without the pressure to fill in a blank year on a trophy he had yet to earn.