Gemotions

The roar of the crowd usually thrilled Javier. Today, it grated on him. He was a star pitcher, known for his lightning-fast fastball. The coach had requested he move to the outfield. “Javier, we need you to help out in left.” A wave of… aversion washed over him.

He stood in the outfield, the distance from the mound a vast and empty plain. He yearned for the feel of the ball in his hand, the focus of the batter’s stance, the control he had over the game. He felt disconnected, an observer rather than a participant.

The game felt slow, his energy unused. Every pitch felt like a missed opportunity to be a participant. He shifted his weight, his hands fidgeting. He missed the immediacy of the mound, the intensity. Each fly ball that came his way felt like an unwelcome interruption, not an opportunity to shine. The feeling was like… being a spectator.