I’ve been meaning to post this and never had a chance.
One day last week, I was watching batting practice with George King of the Post when Yogi Berra walked over. The three of us chatted for a few minutes then George got a call and walked away.
So it’s me and Yogi. What do you say to Yogi Berra? Here’s one of the greatest players ever and me, some hack.
Yogi asked me what I did before I covered the Yankees and I told him I worked in Connecticut covering UConn basketball.
Yogi then launched into a story about how during World War II he was stationed at the submarine base in Groton, Conn. His bunkmate was Dave Jones, who was the father of NFL quarterback Bert Jones.
Yogi then told me about playing basketball against former Red Sox star Walt Dropo, who was from Moosup, Conn.
“They called that guy ‘The Big Moose from Moosup.’ He was like 6-6,” Yogi said. “Imagine me playing basketball against him.”
Because he was an athlete, the Navy wanted Yogi to play basketball on their team and even box.
“I wouldn’t box,” Yogi said. “Not me.”
Then it turns out that Yogi’s son Tim went to UMass-Amherst, where I went.
So for 15 minutes or so, the great Yogi Berra and I had this great talk. Joe Torre then called him over.
“OK, kid, talk to you later,” he said as he squeezed my arm.
The next day he walked by me in the clubhouse. “UMass,” he said. I just nodded and smiled.
Yogi has been at Arnold Palmer’s golf tournament for a few days but will be back today. It’ll be nice to see him. His stories are priceless.