I have a favorite swing.
In a sport abundant with ways to succeed, there are many I adore, but one style speaks to my soul. It is a shallow scoop, the type you’d take with a spoon to the top of a pint of ice cream you’d like plausible deniability to claiming you’d never snacked on. Difficult in mint chocolate chip or cookie dough, but decently defensible with espresso or vanilla bean. It is a lightning bolt, Zeus manifest, on a light upward trajectory through the zone at pace. It is Giancarlo Stanton. It is Luke Adams. And in 2025, it is Jorge Polanco.