Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been
friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is dying
of cancer, and Moe comes to visit him every day.
"Sam," says Moe, "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 Moe from his death bed, and says,
"Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This
favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do it for you."
And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound
asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of
white light and a voice calls out to him, "Moe....
Moe...."
"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is
it?"
"Moe, 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 Moe.
"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 Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful
beyond my wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday"
friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is dying
of cancer, and Moe comes to visit him every day.
"Sam," says Moe, "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 Moe from his death bed, and says,
"Moe, you've been my best friend many years. This
favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do it for you."
And shortly after that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound
asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of
white light and a voice calls out to him, "Moe....
Moe...."
"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is
it?"
"Moe, 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 Moe.
"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 Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful
beyond my wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching next Tuesday"
:lol: :lol: boy, would that be the shock of the century
