To run, or not to run, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler to pass and suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous sacks
Or to take arms against a sea of incompletions
And by opposing end them. To run — to pass,
No More; and by a QB run, to say we end
The heart-ache of a thousand 2nd and 10s
That passing is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To run, to gain yards
To pick up 1st downs, perchance to score a TD - Ay, there’s the rub:
For in that run toward the end zone, what injuries may come
When the starter shuffles off the field holding his shoulder
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of running your quarterback.