When the menacing man steps onto the field, he looks as terrifically terrible as a brutish football tackling machine can look. Utah defensive tackle Leki Fotu is a bad, bad hombre, a 6-foot-5, 335-pound force of humanity, with the bulky biceps and the big body spilling out of his distressingly stretched uniform and the big hair flowing from under his bucket-sized helmet.
His exaggerated form is the football equivalent of a Freightliner diesel rig on a piece of open road, the sound of a loud snarl and a booming growl into a megaphone filling the air, a mass of defense who would just as soon tear the limbs off a running back as look at him.