Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling the energy contained within his limbs. The stadium lights seemed to amplify the hum of anticipation thrumming through his chest. "Daniels, you're moving to receiver," the offensive coordinator barked. His heart rate quickened. The crowd roared in response to a pre-snap play. He could practically taste the chalk dust on the field, every breath a careful intake of the crisp air. He knew what he had to do, the instructions echoed in his mind, and a sense of clarity washed over him. He was ready.