Wednesday, September 23, 2015

RIP Yogi

Today is my birthday.

I woke up expecting to see a text from my Mom and maybe a few Facebook notifications from people I haven't spoken to since 4th grade.

Instead, the first thing I saw on my phone's locked screen was an ESPN alert that Yogi Berra had passed away at the age of 90.

I felt very sad reading that. It's not tragic news. Yogi lived until 90, and lived an incredible life. But sadness that a Yankee great had passed away, and that we now have one less hero roaming the earth.

I met Yogi one time, if you'd call it that. I've told this story before, but I'll mentioned it again. I was at a 2006 benefit celebrating Don Larsen's perfect game. Some past Yanks were there, including Yogi. As he was being ushered past, I was able to shake his hand. Only Yogi didn't let go. Someone else called his name, and he turned to greet and speak to that person, all while holding my hand for what felt like an uncomfortable 15 minutes. It was probably closer to 8 seconds.

As a Yankee fan, I've amassed quite a few Yogi cards, both old and new. My favorite, even more than my certified auto of him, is a TTM success from him a few years back.

RIP, Yogi.


  1. It's very sad to see another legend go.

    However, at least Berra went after living a full life. Very few ever accomplish a fraction of what he did during their lifetime.

  2. I woke up today, and the first thing that my mom told me was "Did you know that Yogi Berra died?" It took a while to sink it, but one of the greatest players of all time has passed away. It's unfortunate, but he lived an amazing life, and accomplished many many things. Very sad.