Baseball Heaven

Two ninety-year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all

their lives.

It seems that Sam is dying, so Moe comes to visit him. "Sam," says Moe,

"You know how we have both loved baseball all our lives. Sam, you gotta' do me

one favor. When you go, somehow you've got to tell me if there's baseball

in heaven."

Sam looks up at Moe from his deathbed and says, Moe, you've been my

friend many years. This favor I'll do for you." And with that, Sam passes on.

It is midnight a couple nights later. Moe is sound asleep when a distant

voice calls out to him, "Moe....Moe...."

"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. Who is it?"

"Moe, it's Sam."

"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam 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 some good news

and some bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," says Moe.

The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven."

"Really?" says Moe, "That's wonderful! What's the bad news?"

"You're pitching Tuesday!"