Two 70-year-old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day.
One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we
played football on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me
one favor, when you get to Heaven: somehow you must let me know if
there's football there."
Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed, "Mike, 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, Joe sadly passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound
sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Mike! Mike!"
"Who is it? asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Mike--it's me, Joe."
"You're not Joe. Joe just died!"
"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice. "Joe! Where are you?" Mike asked.
"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.
"The good news," Joe says," is that there's football in heaven. Better
yet, all of our old 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. Our wives are there too, and young and
pretty as ever! And best of all, we can play football all we want, and
we never get tired!!"
"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"
"You're in the lineup for this Saturday."
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