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> 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 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"
> 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 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"