OTP: PLAY BALL !

Two almost 70-year-old old farts, Greg and Dave, had been friends all
of their lives. When it was clear that Greg was dying, Dave visited
him every day. One day Dave said, "Greg, we both loved playing
softball all our lives, and we played all through high school. Please
do me one favor: When you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know
if there's softball there."

Greg looked up at Dave from his death bed, "Dave, 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, Greg passed on.

At midnight a couple of nights later, Dave was awakened from a sound
sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to
him, "Dave, Dave."

"Who is it?" asked Dave, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Greg -- it's me, Greg."

"You're not Greg. Greg died."

"I'm telling you, Dave, ol' buddy, it's me," insisted the voice.

"Greg! Where are you?"

"In Heaven," replied Greg. "I have some really good news and a
little bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," said Dave.

"The good news," Greg said, "is that there's softball 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
springtime, and it never rains or snows, no humidity. And best of
all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired."

"That's fantastic," said Dave. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So
what's the bad news?"

"You're pitching next Tuesday."
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