A Dad joke

One of me Pops favorite jokes, undoubtedly an old one and retread several times in many ways, was as follows.

Two life long friends were baseball fanatics. I'll call one Cloyce and the other Eb just to give them names. Cloyce and Eb loved the game. They loved it so much they made a pact that whoever died first would come back to let the other one know whether there was baseball in Heaven.

As it happened Cloyce passed away before Eb. And surprisingly Cloyce actually appeared to Eb a few days afterwards. "I have two things to tell you, Eb," said Cloyce.

"Well, what's the first?" Eb asked in anticipation.

"There is indeed baseball in Heaven," spectral Cloyce said.

Eb was overjoyed. "That's great Cloyce, just great! So, what's the second thing?"

"You're staring in left field this Saturday."

Ty Cobb and me Pops

No, Dad never actually met Ty Cobb. But one of his favorite jokes revolved around a supposedly true story about the famous Detroit center fielder. So why, as they say, let facts interfere with a good story?

Cobb was visiting a ballpark one day in the late 1950s, openly lamenting what he believed the woeful pitching of the era. Finally he was asked, "So what would do you think you could hit against today's pitchers?" Bear in mind that Cobb's lifetime batting average was (and still is) a record .367.

Cobb thought about it for a minute, then answered, ".270."

"You'd only hit .270 against these guys?" the inquisitor responded, taken aback at an answer from someone known to be cocky.

"Give me a break. I'm 70 years old," Cobb said.

Good one, eh?

Pops and Ty Cobb

No, Dad never actually met Ty Cobb. But one of his favorite jokes revolved around a supposedly true story about the famous Detroit center fielder. So why, as they say, let questions of truth interfere with a good story?

Cobb was visiting a ballpark one day in the late 1950s, openly lamenting what he believed the woeful pitching of the era. Finally he was asked, "So what would do you think you could hit against today's pitchers?" Bear in mind that Cobb's lifetime batting average was (and still is) a record .367.

Cobb thought about it for a minute, then answered, ".270."

"You'd only hit .270 against these guys?" the inquisitor responded, taken aback at an answer from someone known to be cocky.

"Give me a break. I'm 70 years old," Cobb said.

Rim shot!