Gemotions

“You’re on the mound, Jackson.” The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to Jackson's usual position at shortstop. But Jackson felt a surge of energy, a potent mix of nerves and exhilaration. He had dreamed of this moment.

His shoulders straightened; he walked towards the pitching mound, his stride confident, his gaze unwavering. He loved the responsibility, the control, the solitary focus.

Every strike, every out, ignited a sense of accomplishment. When he struck out the last batter, he let out a whoop, the feeling of elation coursing through his veins.