This could be a great job for talented retirees. It could be like, "Weinstein has given twenty-five decent sermons this year but her arm is obviously giving out -- she's thrown a few real bad ones in the past weeks, let's see who's warming up in the bullpen."
And then there would be this shot of two ministers out back in the memorial garden, dressed in vestments, walking around talking and gesticulating.
Then God would come up to the pulpit, put His arm around me and lead me down while the next preacher steps up. I'd get to sit in the back of the sanctuary and drink a cup of coffee and watch the rest of the service.
Anyway, it's hard to see those Yankee pitchers just suck through a straw and know that they're being paid more per minute than most of us make in a year. LORD, thou mockest me!