Yes, I know it's already been posted, but this one clearly shows the magic of Yogi-isms. At first, you laugh thinking Yogi's just another Mrs. Malaprop. But, on further reflection, you KNOW what he means, and it makes SENSE. Yogi may have been ahead of all of us.
I identified with it immediately, I'm so deaf that if I'm in a group of people I can't take part in the conversation if more than one person at a time is talking. The words get lost in the background babble.
My old man is just like that. I am to a lesser extent. Like if I'm a crowded place, even if it isn't that loud, everything becomes a rhythmic white noise. I often just nod because I can only ask "what?" so many times before I give up.
2 stroke engines, firecrackers, guns, and power tools done did it to me.
In my case it was spending years with my ear glued to a Morse sounder (not the oscillators you hear on the old movies but the clacker we used on land lines). Even when we stopped using Morse in 1959 I spend the next 20 years in that job with hundreds of noisy teletypes. None of us were aware of the noise but visitors always complained about it.
Once, Yogi's wife Carmen asked, "Yogi, you are from St. Louis, we live in New Jersey, and you played ball in New York. If you go before I do, where would you like me to have you buried?" Yogi replied, "Surprise me."
and another of his thoughts on passing on to the next life . . .
"You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours."
This post was edited by Salt and Red Pepper at January 19, 2017 8:00 PM MST
I like those two. Another I liked was when an interviewer said, "Yogi, if you found $1 million in the street what would you do with it?" And he replied, "I'd find out who owned it and if it was a poor person I'd give it back."
Mountain Man 