Phil and Earl had been best friends for decades and they both live to their late 90s. One day, Phil falls deathly ill. Earl visits him on his deathbed, and they reminisce about their long friendship and their lifelong passion for baseball.
As they’re thinking back to games they’ve attended, Earl says, "You know Phil, when you die, can you do me a favor? I want to know if there's baseball in heaven."
Phil smiles weakly and responds, "Of course, Earl. I'll let you after I get there."
A short time later, Phil is gone.
Earl is out walking in a park a couple days later when he hears Phil’s voice coming from the sky. The voice says, "It’s me, Phil. I made it and I've got some good news and some bad news for you, Earl. The good news is that there's baseball in heaven."
"That’s wonderful!" beams Earl. "What's the bad news?"
"You're pitching on Thursday."
|