Gemotions

“Come on in, Ben.” Coach Davis gestured towards the chair. He watched as Ben, his face grim, walked slowly towards the seat. Davis was fighting to keep a straight face.

Ben, bless his heart, was the epitome of enthusiastic incompetence. Every attempt at a play ended in something spectacularly, wonderfully disastrous. The opposing teams cheered when he was put in.

"So, Ben," Davis began, trying to maintain a professional tone. "We're going to have to make some changes to the roster." He paused, letting the words hang in the air. A feeling rose inside of him, something akin to effervescence, and he barely managed to keep from giggling.