Baseball In Heaven

Two old men, Bill and Sam, have been friends all their lives. Now Sam is dying and Bill comes to visit him every day.

"Sam," says Bill one evening, "You know we've both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many years. You have to do me one favor. When you get to heaven, and I know you will go there, somehow you've got to let me know if there's baseball there."

Sam looks up at Bill, and says, "Bill, you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all possible, I'll do for you."

And shortly after that, Sam passes on.

It is midnight a couple of nights later. Bill is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Bill.... Bill...."

"What?! Who is it?" asks Bill, sitting up suddenly. "Who's there?"

"Bill, 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 really 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 Bill.

"The good news," replies Sam, "is that there is baseball in heaven. Better yet, all our old buddies went before us are here. Better yet, we're all young men again. And it's always spring time and it never rains or snows or gets too hot to play. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want and we never get tired."

"Really?" says Bill. "Thats' fantastic! Wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"

"You're pitching next Tuesday."

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