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Posted on 09/23/2015 8:34:26 AM PDT by Brad from Tennessee
Yogi Berra, a Hall of Fame catcher with the dynastic 1950s New York Yankees, known equally well among sports fans and non-fans for his absurdly profound “Yogi-isms” and his TV commercials, has died. He was 90.
Berra died of natural causes Tuesday at his home in New Jersey, according to Dave Kaplan, the director of the Yogi Berra Museum.
“While we mourn the loss of our father, grandfather and great-grandfather, we know he is at peace with Mom,” Berra's family said in a statement released by the museum. “We celebrate his remarkable life, and are thankful he meant so much to so many. He will truly be missed.”
Had Berra been nothing more than a very good ballplayer — and he was a star among stars on those Yankees teams, counting among his teammates Mickey Mantle, Phil Rizzuto, Billy Martin, Whitey Ford and Don Larsen — his fame would have been assured. But with his public utterances, spoken in all sincerity, Berra became the kind of delightful character Americans love to love.
The things he said — and those attributed to him — are widely quoted today by presidents, professors and public speakers of all stripes, among millions of others.
His most famous Yogi-ism, “It ain't over till it's over,” has become a part of the American idiom, but he also advised:
-- ”Never answer an anonymous letter.” -- ”You can observe a lot by watching.” -- ”We made too many wrong mistakes.” -- ”It's déjà vu all over again.” -- “The future ain't what it used to be.”
And more besides.
It was long believed that some New York sportswriters dressed up or made up Yogi-isms to make their stories better and Berra admitted as much when asked about it, replying, “I really didn't say everything I said.”
(Excerpt) Read more at latimes.com ...
God bless him.
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I guess it’s over.
Another of the greatest generation has passed. He was part of the naval support involved in the Normandy invasion.
Nobody ever goes to his museum anymore; it’s too crowded.
Millions of us will miss him, at least until we get to join him again.
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From Wikipedia;
Berra was excellent at hitting poor pitches, covering all areas of the strike zone (as well as beyond) with great extension. In addition to this wide plate coverage, he also had great bat control. He was able to both swing the bat like a golf club to hit low pitches for deep home runs, and chop at high pitches for line drives. Whether changing speeds or location, pitcher Early Wynn soon discovered that “Berra moves right with you.”[25] Five times, Berra had more home runs than strikeouts in a season, striking out just twelve times in 597 at-bats in 1950. The combination of bat control and plate coverage made Berra a feared “clutch hitter,” proclaimed by rival manager Paul Richards “the toughest man in the league in the last three innings.” Contrasting him with teammate Mickey Mantle, Wynn declared Berra “the real toughest clutch hitter,” grouping him with Cleveland slugger Al Rosen as “the two best clutch hitters in the game.”[25] When asked about swinging at “bad pitches”, Berra reportedly said, “If I can hit it, it’s a good pitch.
Some kind of a man and player.
90% of the game is mental, the other half is physical.
If people won’t come to the games, we can’t stop them.
RIP Yogi
Yogi Berra is Everyman’s ‘Yankee’. RIP, Yogi.
Had the pleasure of meeting him once and he made you feel like you were sitting with your favorite uncle. Such a shame to lose him.
“Heaven is so crowded, no one goes there anymore”
RIP
R.I.P
358 career home runs....very impressive!
Sadly I remember his son being the drug-snorting shortstop on those pathetic Pirate teams of the mid-80’s.
I’m sure he would say that he’d like to stick around for his own funeral, except he’ll be dead by then.
RIP.
Not till the Fat Lay sings!
Nos prières à Dieu augmentent pour Yogi et sa famille.
(Our Prayers to God increase for Yogi and his family.)
Notre Père qui es aux cieux,
Que ton Nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne,
Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour.
Pardonne-nous nos offenses, comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés.
Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation, mais délivre-nous du mal.
Car c’est à Toi qu’appartiennent le règne, la puissance et la gloire,
pour les siècles des siècles. Amen
Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâces,
le Seigneur est avec vous, vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes,
et Jésus le fruit de vos entrailles est béni.
Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu, priez pour nous pauvres pécheurs,
maintenant, et à l'heure de notre mort. Ainsi-soit-il.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
I guess it’s over.
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Yes, the fat lady has sung. Berra was one of the best.
Yogi finally came to that fork in the road, and he took it.
Enjoy your wings Yogi, you earned them.
Rest in Peace.
A guy I used to work with told a story that his uncle owned a bar where sometimes some of the Yankees would hang out. He was about ten and his uncle would tell him and the other kids to leave the guys alone. But one time they are hanging around and after a long afternoon in the bar the players come strolling out. He sees Mickey Mantle and decides to ask him for an autograph. A wildly overserved Mick puts his palm over the kids face and pushes him to the ground. Mick walks away and starts getting into a car when Yogi grabs him from behind spins him around and starts yelling at him. Yogi makes him walk back to the kid shake his hand and apologize, which he does. Yogi always seemed like such a decent guy to me. RIP
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