Two 90-year old Jewish men, Sam and Izzy, have been friends all of their
lives. When it's clear that Sam is dying, Izzy visits him every day. One day Izzy says, 'Sam, 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, please, you'll let me know if there's
Sam looks up at Izzy from his death bed and lovingly says,' Izzy, you've
been my best friend for many years. If it's possible, for you I'll do this
Shortly after, Sam passes on. At midnight a few nights later, Izzy is
awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice
calling out to him, 'Izzy--Izzy.'
'Who is it?, asks Izzy sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
The voice responds, 'Izzy -- it's me, Sam.'
'You're not Sam.
Sam just died.'
'Izzy, I'm telling you it's me, Sam,' insists the voice.
'So, Sam! Where are you?' asks Izzy.
'In heaven,' replies Sam. 'I have some good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' says Izzy.
'The good news is that there's baseball in heaven. Better yet, all our
friends 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 listen, best of all, we can play baseball all we want, and we never get
That's fantastic,' says Izzy. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the