His front shoulder leans slightly toward the plate. His eyes fixate on the target. The hands fly, the weight transfers, his back foot slides out and the ball leaves the bat screaming like a child seeing a spider.

Carlos Gonzalez has a gorgeous swing, a work of art. Watching him at work in the batter's box is like watching Baryshnikov in "Prodigal Son."

In a season where little has gone right for the Rockies, it seems nothing can go wrong with Gonzalez's majestic cut at the plate.