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 Baseball In Heaven

Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives.

Sam is dying, and Moe comes to visit him every day.

"Sam," says Moe, "We have both loved baseball all our

lives, and played minor league ball together for so many years. You have to

do me one favor.  When you get 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, if it is at all

possible, I'll do it for you."

Shortly after that, Sam passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later,

Moe is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling

"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?  Where are you?"

"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and 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, and we're all young

men again. 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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