Gemotions

"Alright, that's the final roster," announced Coach Peterson, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. David stood with his teammates, legs shaking, his stomach churning with nerves. He knew he'd been on the bubble for the starting shortstop position. He listened intently, anticipating the pronouncements. His name was *not* announced. Relief flooded him. He had made the team. He whooped. He'd never felt so light. The air buzzed with electricity. He was on the roster.