Gemotions

The locker room was quiet except for the rhythmic dripping of a leaky faucet. Coach Henderson leaned against a locker, studying the face of the player he needed to cut, a young man named Jake. Jake stood before him, the very picture of youthful anticipation. Henderson's shoulders shook a little, a feeling bubbling up inside.

Jake, God bless him, had tried. He'd put in the hours, the sweat, the effort. But the results… well, they were something else. The team still spoke in hushed tones of the "incident" at the regional playoffs.

“Jake, I’m going to have to let you go.” Henderson watched Jake’s face fall. He smiled, a genuine smile, because this was going to be hilarious to remember for years to come.