Sachin Tendulkar and Sourav Ganguly, now pretty old guys, 75 and 80
years old, are sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons and talking
about
cricket, like they do every day.
Sachin turns to Sourav and says, "Do you think there's cricket in
heaven?" Ganguly thinks about it for a minute and replies, "I dunno.
But
let's make a
deal: if I die first, I'll come back and tell you if there's cricket in
heaven, and if you die first, you do the same."
They shake on it and sadly, a few months later, poor Sachin passes on.
One day soon afterward, Ganguly is sitting there feeding the pigeons by
himself when he hears a voice whisper, "Sourav... Sourav!" Ganguly
responds, "Sachin! Is that you?" "Yes it is, Sourav," whispers Sachin's
ghost. Ganguly, still amazed, asks, "So, is there cricket in heaven?"
"Well," says Sachin, "I've got good news and bad news." "Gimme the good
news first," says Ganguly. Sachin says, "Well... there is cricket in
heaven." Ganguly says, "That's great! What news could be bad enough to
ruin that!?" Sachin sighs and whispers, "You're going to be the opening
batsmen on Friday."
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