Whose most famous pronouncement was, "It ain't over til it's over."
But he had lots of others. Although you can probably Google a bunch of them, I collected my favourites over the years.
They say he got the nickname Yogi from his kids because of all of his expressions made them think he sounded like an Indian Yogi.
And, of course, we never would have had Jellystone Park and Yogi Bear without the bearish shaped Berra.
So back to those expressions. I had to dig mine out of an old file - okay, an old memory stick - but you get the idea.
So, presenting my Top Ten Yogi-ism's;
It's like deja vu all over again.
It's so crowded, no one goes there anymore.
It gets late early out there.
If you can't imitate him; don't copy him.
The future ain't what it used to be.
It's tough to make predictions, especially about the future.
90% of the game is half mental.
That's the earliest I've ever been late.
If people don't want to go to ballgames, you can't stop them.
If you come to a fork in the road, take it!
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And a few more of my faves:
If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.
A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.
He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.
I never said most of the things I said.
The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.
You should always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise, they won’t come to yours.
Great ones. He had a lot!
Hope you're not making a comment on your blog..."It's over"?!?
TO ARNOTTI FANS AROUND THE WORLD:
This post is to let you know that Arnotti unfortunately hurt his back doing trivial labour while toodling around his lush Yorkville compound. The back injury was more than a tweak and probably heavier than a wrench in which he was laid up looking at several ceilings for weeks on end. To let you know how really bad it was, he was unable to attend daily service at his local pub! WOW must have been close to death. Sickened by ill health, Arnotti had to put off his annual migration south and weather the storm of pain pills, anti inflammatories, ice packs and hemoroid suppositories (I added that one) in the far north. Alone, he was forced to listen to AM radio while tindering in his mind of how good his former life had been. His last post was ironically sighting the death of Yogi Berra and poking fun at his usual murmur "It ain't over til its over !" Now dealing with a frail failed ancient body himself, he started to wonder about his own vitality.
Well Arnotti fans, I am please to announce that our blogger has now flown south and settled in his nest for winter. How difficult that must be to continue his recuperation in the sunshine on the beach? I have learned from a reliable source that his back ailments are improving and he is walking and upwardly mobile. In fact, a true testament is his re-appearance on the Naples pub scene. Making up for lost time is a bitch but obviously proves "it ain't over?".
When will he blog again you ask? Perhaps, coming to this blog site very soon! But remember it is shuffle board season and there is always a lot to do in retirement so don't hold your breath. Perhaps some kind words of encouragement will fester up his return?
So, it's over? Your blog is over? It's been 3 months.
Say it ain't so.
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