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Two ninety year old men, Joe and Sam, have been friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is dying, and Joe comes to visit him every day.
"Sam," says Joe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years.
Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven,
somehow you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven."
Sam looks up at Joe from his death bed, and says, "Joe, you've been my best friend many years.
If it is at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Joe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash
of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Joe.... Joe...."
"Who is it?" says Joe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Joe, it's me, Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Joe.
"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven.
Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there.
Better yet, we're all young men again.
Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows.
And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"
"Really?" says Joe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams!
But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday."
"Sam," says Joe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years.
Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven,
somehow you've got to let me know if there's baseball in Heaven."
Sam looks up at Joe from his death bed, and says, "Joe, you've been my best friend many years.
If it is at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Joe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash
of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Joe.... Joe...."
"Who is it?" says Joe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Joe, it's me, Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Joe.
"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven.
Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there.
Better yet, we're all young men again.
Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows.
And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"
"Really?" says Joe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams!
But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday."
