Old Baseball Players

Two ninety-one 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 .

"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved 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 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 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 baseball all we want, and we never get tired!"

"Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful, beyond my wildest ! But, what's the bad news?"

"You're pitching next Tuesday!"

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