Old Squash players

Two 80 year old men, Tony and Chris, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Chris is dying, Tony visits him every day.
One day Tony says, 'Chris, we both loved Squash all our lives, and we played Squash on Thursday night in the teams for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's Squash there.'
Chris looks up at Tony from his death bed and says: "Tony, 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, Chris passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Tony is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Tony--Tony."
"Who is it?" Asks Tony sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Tony--it's me, Chris..."
"You're not Chris. Chris just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Chris." insists the voice.
"Chris! Where are you?"
"In heaven", replies Chris. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"'Tell me the good news first," says Tony.
"The good news," Chris says, is that there is Squash in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, the squash courts are all warm and beautifully maintained. And best of all, we can play Squash all we want, and we never get tired."
"'That's fantastic," says Tony. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what could possibly be the bad news?'"
"You're selected for the team for Thursday."

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