Gemotions

The team meeting was done. Michael felt a tremor through him. He saw the coach shake his head, a gesture he had become dreadfully familiar with. He was relegated to the bench. It was a kick to the gut. He left the locker room, his gear bag heavy on his shoulder. Back home, he immediately went to the basement, grabbing his old weightlifting equipment. The clang of metal against metal filled the air. With each repetition, the sting began to fade, replaced by a quiet focus. He would prove them wrong.