The Strange Effects of Soccer on a Pacifist

Now playing left tackle,
Dr. Henry Jekyll,
a/k/a me.
The meekest, mildest
soul on the football field,
and with good reason.

The most reluctant
soul as well.
Just about incapable of
harm, except to
receive it, not hand it out.
Sorry, I didn't mean to
bump you, there.

Now being replaced
at left tackle,
to his immense relief,
Dr. Henry Jekyll,
one and the same.

Now coming in
to play forward,
Mr. Edward Hyde,
a/k/a me.
Kicks the soccer ball
off to a teammate,

I'm not here to dribble;
I'm here to
bang and crash.

That big fullback,
from JV football?
You're goin' down,
fat boy.