Gemotions

"We're asking you to pitch, Alex," the coach said, his voice hesitant. Alex stretched, his muscles already loose and ready to go. Relief washed over him. He was a power hitter, a true asset on first base. Pitching was a far easier role.

He walked to the mound, the weight of the moment almost lost on him. The other players were huddled together, but he felt above that. He could feel the anticipation buzzing in the stadium. He threw the first pitch, a casual curveball that dropped right into the strike zone. He knew he'd dominate from this position. He was just that good.

His team started yelling encouragement. Alex just nodded at the players. This was going to be a breeze.