Inklilngs 2024

A whirlwind of hidden computations, occurring simultaneously with thousands of eyes watching him. In his mind he hears a symphony of chaos, yet it is purposeful, and deliberate, and beautiful. ¡Mira! The opponent is crowding the plate, daring him to throw outside. Yet, this target is one he cannot hit. Estúpido. The weight of the white ball is heavy like a boulder. The red stitches dig deep into his palm; each contour a familiar map. Before the Pitch Constantino Pena ’26 In the stillness before the pitch, a solitary figure stands alone with his thoughts- a true maestro of diversion. His next move is cloaked in mystery. “ A este lo puedes ponchar .” Words from his abuelo- Coach, teacher, father figure, trainer, mentor. Ringing in his ears. He left Cuba for this exact moment. Left everything behind for his beloved béisbol. This is his time now. Enfoca. His eyes flicker beneath the cap’s brim. No one can know what he’s thinking. Mental calculations: degrees, angles, trajectory, spin, gravity, drag, Magnus force. 33