OLD BASEBALL PLAYERS
Added on: 26th Apr 2015
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 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 favour.
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 favour, 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!"
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