Nick Swisher is not a bit tamed, Nick Swisher too is untranslatable.
While everyone, even illiterate people, certainly should read American and dead poet Walt Whitman’s master opus Song of Myself, it’s also the case that the idle moment often eludes us in these tough times: there are bills to pay and mouths to feed and season finales to watch and season finales upon which to comment via social media.
Nick Swisher, a self-described “man of the people” (probably), has done those same people what’s known in Swisher’s parlance (probably) as a “fucking solid” in this particular case, and condensed the spirit of Whitman’s work into one enduring and masculine pose — i.e. the pose captured in the image above.
“What do we want?” Nick Swisher seems to be asking.
“Multitudes,” he wants you to answer, probably.
“When do we want it?” Nick Swisher has now asked this time.
“Perpetually,” he’d like you to respond.
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