Gemotions

Coach Peterson sat at his desk, a stack of scouting reports in front of him. The office was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of his pen on the desk. He had spent the morning analyzing game film, strategizing plays, preparing for the upcoming season. He felt buoyant, like he could soar. His eyes shone with a quiet intensity. He was in his element.

The game was his world. He felt at home, at peace. He felt lucky.

He knew he had to let Kevin go. The thought was a jarring intrusion, a discordant note in the harmony he felt. He rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to form.