Last week’s topic was bullying, featuring the summary of a radio account of one afternoon when adults, children, and students were all involved. Thanks to all of you for your comments and suggestions, and as promised, I’ve added a few of the radio call-in responses. They are now posted in the end comment box of last week’s blog. (Brace yourself for the first one; it’s one that none of you came even close to suggesting! It would detract from this week’s tribute and quotes.)
This week I’m sharing very different—and very creative and entertaining—examples of free speech. Yogi-isms.
Laurence Peter Yogi Berra died September 22nd at the age of 90. During his baseball career, Yogi Berra was MVP three times, fifteen times an all star, and won ten World Series. In eighteen seasons with the NY Yankees, he hit 358 home runs and drove in 1,430 runs. He later managed both the Yankees and the NY Mets, and after retirement he was a welcomed visitor in the Yankee locker room . Yogi Berra was a team player, a family man, a good guy, and one of professional baseball’s most famous figures, known as much for his quips as for his excellence on the field.
His Yogi-isms didn’t bully or hurt anyone else. They make us smile, even now. Here are some of my favorites:
“Baseball is 90% mental and the other half is physical.” ~ “Even Napoleon had his Watergate.” ~ “He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.” ~ “Never answer an anonymous letter.” ~ “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” ~ “So I’m ugly. (In baseball) I never saw anyone hit with his face.” ~ And after streakers ran naked across the field, Yogi was asked if the streakers were male or female. He answered, “I don’t know. They had bags over their heads.”
Yogi’s wife Carmen once cited all the places they’d lived and worked. She asked him, if she outlived Yogi, where he’d like to be buried. His answer: “Surprise me.” Which fits well with this closing Yogi-ism: “Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.”
Thank you for making us smile, Yogi. My parents loved your Yogi-isms, and so do I.