I love Yogi Berra-isms. He's a natural at it. Irony flows from his unassuming lips. Ironically, he makes sense sorta.
I remember a teacher once asking me, "Don't you know anything?" and I said I don't even suspect anything.
When you see a fork in the road, take it.
When asked at the beginning of Spring Training what size cap he wore: I don't know. I'm not in shape yet.
When honored before the game at Sportman's Park in 1947 he was so nervous he said, I thank everyone for making this night necessary.
Public Speaking is one of the best things I hate.
Carm's been a great wife and we have a great time together, even when we're not.
I always get up at 6:00 a.m. no matter what time it is.
I have little patience with people who are late. I'm always early for everywhere I have to be.
When moved from catcher to left field, the shadows would begin to creep over the edge of Yankee Stadium. It gets late early out here.
I guess I've always been serious about money. Maybe because it was hard to get, and it's never worth what it once was.
I turn out the light in a room right after I leave.
If I had to do it all over again, I'd do it all again.
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