Two 90 year old men, Dave and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Joe is dying, Dave visits him every day.
One day Dave says, "Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we played
Sunday football together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's football there."
Joe looks 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 favour for you."
Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Dave is awakened from a sound sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Dave, Dave."
"Who is it? asks Dave sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Dave-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?"
"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Dave.
"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. And best of
all, we can play football all we want, and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," says Dave. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?
"I've just seen the team sheet and you're playing Tuesday!"

