Gemotions

The weight room felt even more cramped than usual. Coach Peterson gestured for John to sit. John, usually a chatterbox, was unusually quiet. Peterson watched him, fighting a smile.

John, while possessing a commendable spirit, also possessed a startling lack of athletic talent. The team's best plays were the ones that didn't involve John. His mishaps were a source of endless amusement.

"John," Peterson began, trying to sound as somber as possible. "We're going to have to make a change." The words came out with a strange, shaky quality. He bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.