I saw Berra hit a pitch at Griffith Stadium in Washington DC.
He didn’t swing hard; he just met the ball.
It took off, and soared, and then soared some more, and then soared further,
It was the most perfectly hit ball I ever saw.
Griffith Stadium was known for its 435 foot center field wall. The ball was caught by the Senators’ center fielder right at the wall.
That didn’t matter.
That ball hit by Berra was a perfect demonstration of the fact that it’s not how HARD you hit the ball—It’s how you hit.
It’s a secret of physics.
Beyond my understanding but I saw it happen.
He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.
Yogi Berra
You can ‘t live an extraordinary life anymore.
“When Yogi first went to the minors, he spent one doubleheader driving in 23 runs. When the future Mrs. Berra heard about that day, she deadpanned, “I figured he had a future.” Did she figure she’d be marrying a man who’d become an American icon? Decades later, he signed an anniversary card to her with “Love, Yogi Berra.” “I was actually kind of glad he thought to sign his last name,” she told a New York writer. “I wouldn’t have wanted to confuse him with all the other Yogis I know.”
Seems Mrs. Berra had a good sense of humor.
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The new one I heard was his wife asking him where he wanted to be buried.
Yogi responded, “Surprise me”.
Very nice story - thanks much!
My daddy was one of those welcoming Yogi to Heaven. I know he couldn’t wait to shake his hand!
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