As a boy growing up in New England during the 50's, I hated Yogi Berra (and all the Yankees) for ruining every summer by beating the tar out of our beloved Boston Red Sox year in and year out.
As a teenager, I started appreciating Yogi for his skill on the field, his humor in the dugout, and his honesty to fans and writers about his profession.
As a man, I came to respect and really like Yogi for his wisdom about the game and about life.
He was a sincere human being who had lived the American dream of any boy anywhere; that put on a mitt, cleats, cap, and won the World Series in the bottom of the 9th.
His active life story has come to it's end, but his legacy as a great player, veteran of WW II, and humanitarian for education and recreation shall continue for many decades to come.
Now as a steadily-gettng-older man, I love Yogi Berra. I'm sure that the country can mourn his loss with dignity. I would expect the New York Yankees to throw a great going-away memorial for Yogi so all fans of our national pastime can honor this truly fine citizen and sportsman.

Note: Yogi never made more than $65,000 contractually as a player. No player today will ever come close to his accumulated statistics as a major leaguer in those categories where he's listed first. Some records are not meant to be broken. Best "bad ball" hitter that there ever was.
Rest well, Yogi. Gonna miss ya.

Note to Yogi: We all know that you tagged Jackie Robinson out on his steal of home during the World Series 60 years ago; the ump got it wrong then and he's still out today. Just thought I'd tell you one last time. You can look it up.
