Is There Baseball in Heaven?

Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives.

 

It seems that Sam is dying¹ of cancer, and Moe comes to visit him daily.

 

"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives, and how we played minor² league ball together for so many years. Sam, you have to do me a 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 for years........of course, I'll tell you."

 

And shortly after, Sam passes on.

 

It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened³ 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," "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 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 buddies⁴ 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's great, but what's the bad news?"

 

"Ahhh -- Sam, you're pitching next Tuesday."

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