Two 90-year-old men, IowaMan and NutWorld, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, IowaMan visits him everyday. One day, IowaMan says, "NutWorld, we both loved baseball all our lives and we played minor league ball together for so many years. Please do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, somehow, you must let me know if there's baseball there."
NutWorld looks up at IowaMan from his death bed," IowaMan, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
Shortly after that, NutWorld passes on.
At midnight, a couple of nights later, IowaMan is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him," IowaMan. IowaMan."
"Who is it"? asks IowaMan, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it"?
"IowaMan, it's me, NutWorld."
"You're not NutWorld. NutWorld just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, NutWorld," insists the voice."
"NutWorld! Where are you"?
"In Heaven," replies NutWorld. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says IowaMan.
"The good news," NutWorld says "is that there's baseball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too.
Better than that, we're all young again.
Better still, 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."
"That's fantastic," says IowaMan.
"It's beyond my wildest dreams! So, what's the bad news"?
"You're pitching Tuesday."