I don't understand fashion (Is it because I don't wear unsuitably tight jeans, have a long scraggly beard or drink craft beer? Probably!). And I probably don't Understand Elegance in fashion. 

But I do understand elegance in sports. 

David Gower and those beautiful strokes he played on the cricket fields of the world were heaven-sent for many-a-cricket fan. Even when he was out, he looked beautiful doing it. It was nonchalant, sexy and sumptuous. And when he got on a run, excuse us while we stood up and applauded. 

Some might argue that the trickery of Ryan Giggs or the set piece skill of Matthew Le Tissier - which inevitably ended up in the top corner of your teams' net - isn't elegant, but beauty it to the eye of the beholder. And beautiful it is. 

And there's elegance in a beautiful golf Swing. Luke Donald owns one that makes me happy to watch. From top to impact it's so natural you know that this what he was put on this earth to do, and the gardens of Eden - sometimes oases in the desert - have rewarded him with green of the other kind. 

But for me, the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen was in baseball, and it's owned by Ken Griffey Jr. Kids tried themselves on the way that he hit the Ball with two hands, released it almost immediately, and watched as the ball went skywards. It was impeccably timed, natural magic. Harry Potter would have been proud. Junior got it right. The rest of us failed.

The ball didn't feel "crushed", "smashed", or "bombed". Because when Griffey hit it, it seemed to fly out with an added extra. If he had been hitting in a Twitter world, would the hipsters call it "#Griffeyed?"

When you sit with baseball-loving friends and talk about Ken Griffey's swing, men my age turn to boys again remembering that swing, bringing them back to an almost orgasmic state. THAT was a swing, they tell you. They then go on to tell you about how good he was in the field, too, and how he wasn't like the other superstars of that time, in that he was a genuinely good guy. And not on steroids. 

The swing was able to pick the ball and send it to the ball to all corners of the park. 630 times, that ball went over the fence and was celebrated (or booed). Ken Griffey Jr could be as elegant as a fielder, too, making some plays in centrefield that would have made Willie Mays proud. Or even Mike Trout. So athletic, so brilliant...so.....good.

And while New York Yankees fans had their man-crush on one Derek Jeter, the whole of Baseball America had their man-crush on Kenneth Griffey Jr. How could you not? He was skilled. He was brilliant. And he was - you know - nice. 

Now elegance in the Hall Of Fame. Congratulations. 

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