Gemotions

The ringing phone was a sharp, unwelcome intrusion. Coach Parker grabbed the receiver, his voice curt. "Parker." The voice on the other end, a parent, droned on. He could feel his blood pressure rising. The parent didn't understand the work it took. He cut the player, that was the job. Now he had to deal with the fallout.

He hung up abruptly, slamming the phone down on the desk. He took a long, unsteady breath, trying to regain his composure. He hadn't slept well in weeks.

He went to the window, staring out at the empty practice field. He was sick of all of this.