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Two seventy year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all
their lives. It seems that Sam is dying, so Moe comes to visit
him. "Sam," says Moe, "You know how we have both loved
baseball all our lives. Sam, you gotta do me one favor. When you
go, somehow you've got to find a way to get a message to me to
tell me if there's baseball in heaven."
Sam looks up at Moe from his deathbed and says, "Moe, you've
been my friend many years. This favor I'll try to do for you." And
with that Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when a
distant voice calls out to him, "Moe..Moe..."
"Who is it?" says Moe sitting up suddenly, "Who is it?"
"Moe, it's Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam died." said Moe, coming awake.
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sam!"
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you? says Moe.
I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've gotta tell you, I've got some
good news and some bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Moe.
"The good news," says Sam "is that there is baseball in heaven."
"Really?" says Moe, "That's wonderful! What's the bad news?
"You're pitching Tuesday."
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