Two 90-year-old men..Bob & Mike, had been friends all of their
lives. When it was clear that Bob was dying, Mike visited him every day.
One day Mike said, "Bob, we both loved playing baseball
all our lives, and we played it all through high school. Please do me
one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's baseball there."
Bob looked up at Mike from his deathbed, "Mike ,you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
Shortly after that, Bob passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike was awakened from a
sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him," Bob...Bob!."
"Who is it?' asked Mike, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Mike --it's me, Bob."
"You're not Bob. Bob just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Bob," insisted the voice.
"Bob!!! ... How are you.. I mean..Where are you.??"
"In Heaven,' replied Bob. "I have some really good news and a
little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Mike.
"The good news,' Bob said, "is that there's baseball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," said Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So
what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."