Getting his first taste of Major League action on a humid Thursday in May, minor league utility-man and devout Catholic Irving Falu has spent his afternoon pacing around the home dugout in Kauffman Stadium, staring 'cross-field with a strength of will so fierce as to set fire to the oppositions bats with the simple heat of his trained gaze. As the well-fed Yankees go about their routine, the Puerto Rican middle-infielder holds his bat--a bat he has named El Salvador--directly in front of him, making nary a move, standing deadly still and defiantly strong. His eyes never waver from his target. His heart presses forward with a calm resoluteness of which only Falu is capable.
He lowers his bat and rolls his right shoulder gently back. He turns to walk to the locker room and mutters, "Anates sunt in lacuna."