Baseball in Heaven
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Two buddies, Chris and John, were the biggest baseball fans in America. For their entire lives, Chris and John discussed baseball history in the winter and pored over every box score during the season. They went to 60 games a year. They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.
One summer night, Chris passed away in his sleep. A few nights later, his buddy John awoke to the sound of Chris’s voice from beyond.
“Chris is that you?” John asked. “Of course it’s me,” Chris replied.
“This is unbelievable!” John exclaimed. “So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?”
“Well I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?”
“Tell me the good news first.”
“Well, the good news is that, yes, there is baseball in heaven, John.”
“Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?”
“You’re pitching Friday night.”
Sarcastic Al Says:
When someone asks me if I'm seeing anyone, I automatically assume they're talking about a psychiatrist.