There were two old guys, Abe and Sol, sitting on a bench in a park feeding pigeons and talking about baseball, just like they did every day. Abe turns to Sol and says, â€śDo you think there's baseball in heaven?â€ť
Sol thinks about it for a minute and replies, â€śI dunno, Abe. But let's make a deal: If I die first, I will come back and tell you â€” and if you die first, you come back and tell me â€” if there is baseball in heaven.â€ť
They shake on it and, sadly, a few months later poor Abe passes on. One day soon afterward, Sol is sitting there feeding the pigeons by himself when he hears a voice whisper, â€śSolâ€¦ Solâ€¦.â€ť
Sol responds, â€śAbe! Is that you?â€ť
â€śYes it is Sol,â€ť whispers the spirit of Abe.
Sol, still amazed, asks, â€śSo, is there baseball in heaven?â€ť
â€śWell,â€ť says Abe says, â€śI got good news and I got bad news.â€ť
â€śGimme the good news first,â€ť says Sol.
Abe says, â€śWellâ€¦ there is baseball in heaven.â€ť
Sol says, â€śThat's great! What news could be bad enough to ruin that!?â€ť
Abe sighs and whispers, â€śYou're pitching on Friday.â€ť