Monday, December 03, 2012
Y'all may not know this about me, but I'm a huge baseball and girl's fast-pitch softball fan. I've dreamed of playing baseball and I've dreamed of watching my granddaughter playing on her high school girls softball team. The Bob in this story isn't me - I don't think.
Two buddies, Eric and Bob were two of the biggest baseball fans in America.
Their entire adult lives (even going back to high school when Bob pitched and Eric caught). Eric and Bob discussed baseball history in the winter, they pored over new team rosters in the spring. Every morning throughout the season they went through every box score in the newspaper. When the trading deadlines approached, they predicted which teams would trade for the pennant race and which teams would try to cut their rosters to save money. They went to over 60 games a year, and thanks to the awesome invention of cable, they each watched more than 200 additional games a year. They called each other when one or the other heard someone was pitching a n0-hitter or when some long standing record was about to be broken so they could both watch baseball history made.
When they were in their 50's they even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.
Many years later, with both men in their eighties, Eric passed away in his sleep one summer nigh,t after watching his beloved Dodgers beat San Francisco earlier in the evening. He died happy.
Bob was inconsolable when his best friend's son called and told him of Eric's death. Bob's wife had to take him to the doctor for something to help with his depression and inability to sleep.
A few nights after the medications started to give Bob some relief from the pain and heartbreak, Bob awoke to the sound of Eric's voice from beyond.
“Eric, Is that you?” Bob asked.
“Of course it's me,” Eric replied.
“This is unbelievable!” Bob exclaimed. “So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?”
“Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?”
“Tell me the good news first.”
“Well, the good news is that, yes, there is baseball in heaven, Bob.”
“Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?”
“You’re pitching tomorrow night.”