Say it ain’t so! As we head into fall with football season at full throttle, there is one sport that is preparing for its fall classic: the World Series of American Major League Baseball. As a Cleveland Indians fan growing up, the New York Yankees, those Bronx Bombers were not very popular on the shores of Lake Erie. Suffice it to say, they made movies about the frustrating life of Cleveland fans in relationship to the Yankees.
But, I became a catcher. I spent years squatting behind home plate and I have the knees to prove it! No matter what my feelings were for the Yankees, I had a soft spot in my heart for the catcher who “had a way with words” in New York. Branch Richey thought he was too clumsy and too slow to play baseball. Maybe he was, but he had heart, enough to overcome his lack of physical skills. He ended up with TEN World Series rings, not bad for a clumsy slowpoke. Yogi Berra was one of a kind as a person as well.
I’m pretty sure his English teachers probably disavowed ever knowing him let alone having him in class. Yogi passed on this week to some stadium in the sky where he won’t be judged on his coordination or his speed or his speech, but on his heart. Some the “Yogisms” to remember:
"Baseball is 90 percent mental. The other half is physical."
"All pitchers are liars or crybabies."
"It's deja vu all over again."
"Even Napoleon had his Watergate."
“I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let ‘em walk to school like I did."
"Why buy good luggage? You only use it when you travel."
"The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase."
"Cut my pie into four pieces. I don't think I could eat eight."
"Never answer an anonymous letter."
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
"Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded."
"If you can't imitate him, don't copy him."
"The future ain't what it used to be."
"A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore."
"I never said most of the things I said."
"It ain't over 'til it's over."
"Always go to other people's funerals. Otherwise, they won't come to yours."
I won’t be at the funeral, but I will be thinking about the one Yankee I really liked. He was one of a kind for sure and the world will be a little less interesting without him.
See you Sunday! Until then – peace,
Posted on Mon, September 28, 2015
by Ben Gritton