If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have pitching, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have pitching, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have pitching, I gain nothing.
And now these three remain: fielding, hitting, and pitching. But the greatest of these is pitching.
Thus has it ever been, thus shall it ever be.