Over the years a pitcher & catcher got very close. Close enough in fact, that they made a pact that the one who died first would give the other some sort of sign as to whether or not there was baseball in Heaven...
The catcher died first and the pitcher missed his close friend dearly. Then one day many years later, while walking around the old ballpark, he heard a voice... It sounded like his old battery mate. "Is that you John?" he asked. "Its me" John replied. "Well, is there baseball in Heaven?" "Yes there is" John answered. "But why did you wait until now to tell me?" the pitcher asked. " Because you're starting tomorrow night!"