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A Valentine's Day Paean to Freddy Galvis

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To those of you who reject the objectification of the flesh, well, today just isn't your day. Avert your gaze from the glorious, glorious Freddy Galvis. And my glorious, glorious prose. You Puritan fun-haters, you.

This is almost the exact reproduced pose of Winged Victory of Samothrace, only showing the missing head. Seriously.
This is almost the exact reproduced pose of Winged Victory of Samothrace, only showing the missing head. Seriously.
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Since the sunset of classical Greece and the subsequent trade of the model for Winged Victory of Samothrace to the RangersI have mourned. On this Valentine's Day, as I reflect on the matter and what we've lost, I've concluded that the most glorious object remaining on the Alaşehir baseballing team at the local Olympiad is Freddy Galvis.

Galvis exemplifies the glories of classical beauty. Take, for instance, his physical form - graceful of movement and elegant -- on display here. And here. And here. And here. And here. And here.

And his ample strength cannot be deniedDeniedDeniedDenied. Or denied even when it doesn't count.

Is my love for Galvis based just on his luscious, thick hair? His dimples the size of craters on the moon? His delightful joie de vivre? I mean, look at 00:19 of this video. My God, man.

Thank you, Valentine of Terni, for your existence and what was likely an unpleasant (though today uncertain) martyrdom (or whatever it was you did for the early Church) to deserve canonization.  If nothing else, you've surpassed the Hall of Merely Good to rate in the Hall of Beatific since you've allowed a whole day for me to reflect on Freddy Galvis, utility man among utility men.