A tiresome sentence. Yankees 8, Rangers 0. Now there's an interesting one. Unless one detects a sense of urgency in the person making the statement (I refer, of course, to the original "I have no faith in your god" sentence), or a sense of duty in responding, one's time is better spent high-fiving one's buddies over Fonzie's homer to left center off of the Big Unit (via the marvels of channel surfing and picture-in-picture). For no one is able to do "the work of belief" on someone else's behalf.