Gemotions

He stared at the coach, confusion and unease warring on his face. "You want me at point guard?" John had always been a forward, a power player. He relished the space, the chance to drive to the basket, the feeling of control. Point guard meant organization, precision, passing.

He felt like a different person at the point. His hands felt clumsy with the ball. He missed the ability to just run and react. Now he had to think.

He started making mistakes. He lost the ball. He turned it over. Every error amplified his growing fear, and his dependence on the other players' approval.