There is always a lot to be thankful for, and I’m grateful today that the Cleveland Indians announced their decision to change the name of one of the oldest teams in major league baseball to the Cleveland Guardians at the end of this season, came last Friday, 3 days before I had to write mynext blog. That gave me time to cool off, time to reconsider my immediately announced decision to have a wall in my garage that’s had a Chief Wahoo logo on it for 16 years repainted, and to trash all of the Cleveland Indians memorabilia that I’ve collected over the past several decades. That doesn’t mean that I think the decision to change the teams’ name is anything but a bad idea, or that the team could have chosen any of a number of other names that would better represent Cleveland’s baseball history. It’s just that in the big picture, what the team that’s been my favorite since the 1970’s decides to call itself, has no impact on anything that’s really important. Like the rest of a fan base that’s supported a team that hasn’t won a World Series title since Joe biden was 5 years old, I’ll have to decide whether I ever go to another Cleveland baseball game. But for now, I still need time to cool off a little more. That’s the way I see it.