Old men and softball

Two 90-year-old men, Bill and Jim had been friends all of their lives.

When it was clear that Bill was dying, Jim visited him every day.
One day Jim said, 'Bill, 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.'

Bill looked up at Jim from his deathbed and said, 'Jim, 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, Bill passed on. A few nights later, Jim was awakened
from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling
out to him, 'Jim, Jim.'

'Who is it?', asked Jim, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'

'Jim -- it's me, Bill.'

'You're not Bill. Bill just died.'

'I'm telling you, it's me, Bill,' insisted the voice.

'Bill! Where are you?'

'In Heaven,' replied Bill. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'

'Tell me the good news first,' said Jim.

'The good news,' Bill 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.
And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.'

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

'You're pitching Tuesday.'