GAA and Heaven
Two 90 year old men, Pat and Tom, have been friends all of their
lives. When it`s clear that Pat is dying, Tom visits him every
day. One day Pat says, "Tom, we both loved Hurling all our
lives, and we played through all the ranks, right up from U-12
together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there`s Hurling
played up there." Pat looks up at Tom from his death bed, "Tom,
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, Pat passes on. At midnight a couple of
nights later, Tom is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding
flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Tom__Tom."
"Who is it?" asks Tom sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Tom__it`s me, Pat." "You`re not Pat. Pat just died." "I`m
telling you, it`s me, Pat," insists the voice. "Pat! Where are
you?" "In heaven", replies Pat. "I have some really good news
and a little bad news. "Tell me the good news first," says Tom.
"The good news," Pat says, "Is that there`s Hurling 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 spring time and it never rains or snows, so there`s
no need for a defunct fixtures committee to mess things up. And
best of all, we can play Hurling all we want, and we never get
tired..." "That`s fantastic," says Tom. "It`s beyond my wildest
dreams! So what could possibly be the bad news?" "You`re
starting corner-forward on Tuesday evening."
lives. When it`s clear that Pat is dying, Tom visits him every
day. One day Pat says, "Tom, we both loved Hurling all our
lives, and we played through all the ranks, right up from U-12
together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there`s Hurling
played up there." Pat looks up at Tom from his death bed, "Tom,
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, Pat passes on. At midnight a couple of
nights later, Tom is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding
flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Tom__Tom."
"Who is it?" asks Tom sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Tom__it`s me, Pat." "You`re not Pat. Pat just died." "I`m
telling you, it`s me, Pat," insists the voice. "Pat! Where are
you?" "In heaven", replies Pat. "I have some really good news
and a little bad news. "Tell me the good news first," says Tom.
"The good news," Pat says, "Is that there`s Hurling 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 spring time and it never rains or snows, so there`s
no need for a defunct fixtures committee to mess things up. And
best of all, we can play Hurling all we want, and we never get
tired..." "That`s fantastic," says Tom. "It`s beyond my wildest
dreams! So what could possibly be the bad news?" "You`re
starting corner-forward on Tuesday evening."
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