It is a fortress, but not one built in solitude, for this Superman — the Giants’ superman — did not come screeching down to the planet. Although, he at times looks faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and able to leap tall defensive backs in a single bound.
This fortress, born of nature, honed by sweat and steeled by strain, belongs to Saquon Barkley and it is remarkable; a thing of beauty. It appears impervious and without flaw. Massive yet sculpted. Bulging yet lithe. It is the temple others worship, awe-inspiring but unattainable because there is only one Saquon Barkley and only one Saquon Body.