Joke Tuesday.

Two 90 year old Irishmen, Shamus & Murphy, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Shamus is dying, Murphy visits him every day. One day Murphy says, 'Shamus, we both loved football all our lives, and we played football on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's football there.'

Shamus looks up at Murphy from his deathbed,' Murphy, 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, Shamus passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Murphy is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Murphy, Murphy.'

'Who is it? asks Murphy sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'

'it's me, Shamus.'

'You're not Shamus. Shamus just died.'

'I'm telling you, it's me, Shamus,' insists the voice.'

'Shamus! Where are you?'

'In Heaven', replies Shamus. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'

'Tell me the good news first,' says Murphy.

The good news,' Shamus says,' is that there's football in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends from Killarney 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 football all we want, and we never get tired.'

'That's fantastic,' says Murphy. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're in the team for Tuesday.'