Baseball in Heaven

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

“Sam,” says Moe, “We have both loved baseball all our lives, and played minor league ball together for so many years. You have to do me one favor. When you get 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, if it is at all possible, I’ll do it for you.” Shortly after that, Sam passes on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Moe is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling “Moe….Moe….”

“Who is it?” says Moe sitting up suddenly. “Who is it?”

“Moe, it’s me, Sam.”

“Sam? Where are you?”

“I’m in heaven,” says Sam, “and 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.”

“Really?” says Moe, “That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! But, what’s the bad news?”

“You’re pitching next Tuesday!”