Gemotions

The locker room smelled of sweat and liniment, the usual aroma of post-practice lethargy. But for Jake, everything felt different. He'd been asked to move from defensive end to offensive tackle. A genuine smile split his face as he remembered the coach's words. A surge, a kind of electrifying buzz, shot through him. He found himself slapping his teammates on the back, his laughter loud and boisterous. He practically vibrated with a sense of purpose. The thought of battling in the trenches, of protecting his quarterback, filled him with a profound readiness.