Gemotions

He’d always been a pitcher. Now, the manager was asking him to play first base. “Your throwing arm is legendary, Carlos, and we need you over there. Make the plays.” Carlos felt the blood rush to his head, a warmth spreading through his limbs.

He visualized the force of a ground ball, the swift turn, the throw to first base. The sheer physicality of the sport overwhelmed him, and with it, a hunger. He stepped onto the field, feeling the tension in every muscle.

He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, and the pressure made him yearn for the first play, the action, the challenge. He wanted to win; he wanted to dominate.