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>> 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"
>>
>> 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"
>>
