Rugby

Rugby in Heaven

Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.

When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day.

One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we

played Rugby on Saturdays together for so many years.

Please do me one favour,

When you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby

there." Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed," Mike, you've been my best

friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.

Shortly after that, Joe passes on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound

sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to

him, "Mike--Mike."

"Who is it?" ask's Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Mike--it's me, Joe."

"You're not Joe. Joe just died."

"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice."

"Joe! Where are you?"

"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little Bad

news."

'Tell me the good news first," says Mike.

"The good news," Joe says," is that there's rugby in heaven.

Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too

Better than that, we're all young again.

Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows.

And best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired."

"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams!

So what's the bad news?

"You're in the team for Tuesday."