To Strikeouts and Fourth Downs

I have the grip of a gorilla.

I won't give the ball away.

The punt's a big momentum-killer.

Pitching to contact's a mistake.

My first tries undershot the glorious,

But no matter where I land

I won't settle for vicarious.

I will live my life firsthand.

Bulking Up: an Increase in Weakness?

Oh folly, accident of birth!
That which I need is not of Earth,
and even less of human matter—
I've loved the first, but not the latter.
When I seek holiness or pray
All this meat gets in the way,
Though it's a fact that I've been thinner
and just as much (or more) a sinner.