This first item isn’t political. It’s purely aesthetic. Because here’s the harsh truth: there’s a way a man goes about throwing a baseball. And there’s a way no man ever should — especially not in public. This is an illustration of the latter:

First, there’s no front leg block, which is going to force the hips to drift rather than rotate kinematically. Second, the chest is prematurely open, with the non-throwing hand doing nothing to pull the upper body into activated torque. The release itself is entirely upright, even bending somehow at a positive with respect to zero. The force is actually going backwards, fighting the arm’s last hope at decent extension.

The result is what you see here: a dude who looks like he’s shot-putting an egg — gently. He’s plucking a ripe fruit, hoping not to bruise its delicate skin. His elbow is out and proud; it’s here and it’s queer and it’s unafraid to shout it!

This is the kind of throw you’d expect from a twee metro-sexual who routinely Manscapes. It is abhorrent. It is anti-evolutionary. In fact, it’s as if he’s entirely unfamiliar with his own dominant arm.