saleger
The fear rose through me like a cartoon temperature gauge. Switching in. I had been so reluctant to find a place on the bench, saturated with fervor and adrenaline for the game. But after I had been out for a minute, shouting from the sidelines, I had a tinge of fear to return to the court. I hated switching for the same reason I hated anything that made me tense up with nerves.
The rubber grip between my fingers. Opposite of what I'm used to. Left over right. Left over right. Because if you hold it like a baseball bat and try to hit the ball backhand, your arms will twist up like a double helix.