Gemotions

The manager called him over after practice. “Look, Josh, we’re going to give you a shot at shortstop.” A wave of calmness flooded through Josh. His shoulders visibly loosened.

He had struggled in the outfield. The constant running, the uncertainty of catching fly balls, was a constant source of stress. He’d barely slept lately.

He turned toward the infield, a small, genuine smile forming. It was familiar territory. He knew the angles, the plays. His hands felt tingly, ready to field.