Marcell Ozuna swings, falls down and, perhaps, makes grand artistic statement

Considering that I couldn't make contact on the 50-something mph middling fastballs that I saw in Little League, I still have no idea how anyone manages to hit a breaking ball. It seemingly defies the law of physics -- hell, before 1949, people weren't even sure if baseballs actually curved or if it was an optical illusion. 

So when Marcell Ozuna took a big swing and came up empty on this Chase Anderson curve, falling to the ground as he did, no one could fault him. 

Except, what if Ozuna wasn't just playing baseball? What if he was also making an artistic statement as a living statue? 

Just look at the body position, the legs crossed and falling over themselves like a pretzel, the upper body yearning, reaching, stretching, perhaps looking towards the sun and a brand new day. 

What is the message? Is it that no matter how often you fall down and get tripped up, that you have to keep rising? That capitalist society and its consumer trappings hold people down? That these pretzels are making me thirsty? 

Or was it simply a really good curveball? I'm guessing it was a really good curveball.