Baseball in heaven

There were two young guys, Gore and Juthe, sitting on a bench in a park feeding pigeons and talking about baseball, just like they did every day. Gore turns to Juthe and says, "Do you think there's baseball in the heaven?"

Juthe thinks about it for a minute and replies, "I do not, Gore. But let's make a deal: If I die first, I will come back and tell you...and if you die first, you come back and tell me...if there is baseball in heaven."

They shake on it and, sadly, a few months later poor Gore passes on. One day soon afterward, Juthe is sitting there feeding the pigeons by himself when he hears a voice whisper, "Juthe...Juthe...."

Juthe responds, "Gore ! Is that you?"

"Yes it is Juthe," whisper the spirit of Gore.

Juthe, still amazed, asks, "so, is there baseball in heaven?"

"Well," says Gore says, "I got good news and I got bad news."

"Gime me the good news first," says Juthe.

Gore says, "Well...there is baseball in heaven."

Juthe says, "That's great ! What news could be bad enough to ruin that?"

Gore sighs and whispers, "You're pitching on Friday."

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