Gemotions

Coach Miller tapped his pen against his desk, the sound echoing in the empty office. He glared at the budget sheet, the lines blurring with his mounting frustration. The district had given him a pittance, barely enough to cover the team's needs. He needed more. He *deserved* more.

He glanced at the player evaluations, each a carefully curated assessment. Each player represented an investment, a reflection of *his* coaching prowess. Removing one, even a marginally less skilled one, felt like a personal loss.

A tremor ran through him. He wouldn't let his resources diminish. Every player’s spot was rightfully *his* to control. The idea of losing even a single scholarship felt like a betrayal.