Sachin Tendulkar and Sourav Ganguly, now pretty old guys, 75 and 76 years old,are sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons and talking about cricket, like they do everyday.
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,
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 are going to open the innings this Friday.”