Walt Whitman's Scorecard

I don't care if he's injured. Time to keep piling on.

From the pen of Luckiest Man and Opening Day author Jonathan Eig:


Walt Whitman's Scorecard

I SING the Body injected:
The armies of fans embrace me with their massive arms, and I embrace them with mine, bigger;
They will not stop till I am convicted, denying everything,
And destroy their innocence, and shake them with the hormonal growth of the Soul.

Was it doubted that those who inject their own bodies enlarge themselves;
And that those who defile the game now defile the game forever?
And if the body does not grow as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not so large as the Soul, what dosage is required?