Gemotions

The baseball diamond was bathed in the warm afternoon sun. Coach Rodriguez whistled a lively tune as he surveyed the team. He felt a bubbling energy, a feeling of pure glee. He tapped his bat against his shoe, impatient for the moment.

"Alright, fellas, gather round!" he called out. He spun the bat in his hands, catching it with a flourish. "Time to make some decisions, see who's got what it takes. Or rather, who *doesn't*!" He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

He began to read the names. "Johnson, you're… cut!" He threw the bat up in the air and caught it again. "Don't take it hard, kid. It's just a game!" He chuckled at his own joke.