The ball soared into the Dodger Stadium pavilion. The bat flipped skyward. The ballpark trembled. The players bounded out of the dugout, giddy about a swing which decided a game and may have decided the National League West.
As his three-run homer disappeared beyond the center-field fence, giving the Dodgers a seventh-inning lead to complete a sweep of Colorado in a 5-2 victory, Puig was an engine of perpetual motion.
He pointed to his teammates while rounding first base. He asked the group to show him the money. He flexed his biceps. He pounded his chest. He implored the crowd to scream louder and louder before he disappeared into a blur of Dodgers, waiting out a kiss from hitting coach Turner Ward to commemorate the homer.