Now it finally has a name!
We’ve all experienced it and it can only be cured with continuous complements from a spouse and time. It comes on as soon as the ‘amens’ are said and the victim returns to his/her seat on the stand. Then it strikes suddenly. All the important things he/she meant to say come flooding into his/her mind. He/she starts to replay the talk and realizes all the possible pointless threads, all the ‘tie ins’ that were left dangling, the possibility that absolutely nothing made sense! He/she realizes that roughly 50% of the things said may have been offensive to roughly 80% of the congregation. He/she realizes why the joke fell flat, and promises himself/herself to remember the punch line next time.
But I (um, I mean he/she) did stay in the allotted amount of time, so all is forgiven!