Boudreaux Jokes

Cajun Joke | Baseball in Heaven

 

Boudreaux and Thibodaux had gotten up in age – 95 years old – and they had been friends all their lives.

When it was clear that Boudreaux was dying, Thibodaux visited him every day.

One day, Thibodaux said, “Boudreaux, you know we loved playing baseball all our lives, and we played all through high school.  Please do me one favor. When you get to heaven, somehow let me know if there’s a baseball team up there . . .”

Boudreaux looked up at Thibodaux from his deathbed and said, “Thibodaux, you’ve been my best friend for many years.  If it’s at all possible, I’ll do this favor for you.”

Shortly after that, Boudreaux passed on.

A few nights later, Thibodaux was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of light and a voice calling out to him, “Thibodaux, Thibodaux.”

“Who is it?” asked Thibodaux, sitting up suddenly.  “Who is it?”

“Thibodaux . . . it’s me, Boudreaux.”

“You’re not Boudreaux.  Boudreaux just died.”

“I’m telling you it’s me, Thibodaux,” insisted the voice.

“Boudreaux, where are you?”

“In heaven,” replied Boudreaux.  “I have some really good news and a little bad news.”

“Tell me the good news first,” said Thibodaux.

“The good news is that there’s a baseball team 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 springtime, and it never rains.  And best of all, we can play baseball all we want and we never get tired.”

“That’s fantastic!” said Thibodaux.  “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”

“You’re pitching Tuesday.”