fottball in heaven

[mikebkk]

Two 90 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. On one of

the visits Mike says,

 

"Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we played Sunday

football together for many years. Please do me a favour. When you get to

Heaven, you must let me know if there's football up there."

 

Joe looks up from his death bed and says, "Mike, you've been my best

friend for many years. If it's at all possible I'll do this for you.

 

Shortly after that, Joe passed 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." The voice cried.

 

"Who is it? asks Mike sitting up suddenly.

 

The voice said--"It's me, Joe."

 

"You can't be Joe, he just died."

 

"I'm telling you the truth, it's me Joe," insists the voice."

 

Mike said, "Where are you?"

 

"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad

news."

 

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

 

"The good news," Joe said," 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. And best of all, we can play

football all we want and never get tired."

 

"Bloody hell," said Mike. "That''s beyond my wildest dreams!

But what's the bad news?

 

......"You're playing on Tuesday."