~Is there Baseball In Heaven?~
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>Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all
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>their lives. It seems that Sam is dying, and Moe comes to visit him
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>every day.
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>"Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved baseball
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>all our lives, and how we played minor league ball together for so many
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>years. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, and I
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>know you will go to Heaven, somehow you've got to let me know if there's
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>baseball in Heaven."
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>Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed, and says, "Moe,
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>you've been my best friend many years. This favor, if it is at all
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>possible, I'll do for you."
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>And shortly after that, Sam passes on. It is midnight a couple of nights
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>later. Moe is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of
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>white light and a voice calls out to him,
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>Moe.... Moe...."
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>"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
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>"Moe, it's me, Sam."
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>"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam just died."
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>"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
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>"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
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>"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've got to tell you, I've
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>got really good news and a little bad news."
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>"So, tell me the good news first," says Moe.
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>"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven.
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>Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there.
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>Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring
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>time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball
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>all we want, and we never get tired!"
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>"Really?" says Moe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my
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>wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
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>"You're pitching next Tuesday"
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Excellent.