Gemotions

The tension in the air was palpable, but Coach Davies found himself humming a jaunty little tune. He leaned against the equipment shed, watching the dejected faces of the players awaiting their fate. Kevin, the one he was about to cut, stood stiffly, shoulders squared.

Davies gestured to the bench. "Kevin, come sit." Kevin shuffled over. Davies pointed at the dirt, "You should be proud. You kept at it."

He’d known this meeting was unavoidable since the start of the season. Kevin, bless his heart, had the athleticism of a garden gnome. It was a Herculean effort just to get him to the foul line.

"It's just not working out, Kevin." Davies delivered his pronouncement with a shake of the head, struggling to keep his expression neutral. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, trying to repress a bubbling sensation in his chest.