Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been
> >> friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is
> >> dying,
> >> 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 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 friend 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 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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