Sliding Into Home

I’m just a plainspoken Colorado criminal defense lawyer, but the way I see it…

I grew up wanting to be Mickey Mantle. But if I didn’t grow up, I would’ve wanted to be Yogi Berra when I did. See what I mean?

Yogi Berra died yesterday, and with him new entries into a collection of things he said that will never grow old. It wasn’t a crime — which would have made it eligible for this blog — but it was a shame, so here it isn’t — some of the many unforgettable twists (not always of his own doing) of his wise old tongue:

You can observe a lot just by watching.

It ain’t over ’til it’s over.

When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

It’s like déjà vu all over again.

He must have made that before he died.

Nobody goes there anymore: it’s too crowded.

A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.

If I didn’t wake up, I’d still be sleeping.

Baseball is ninety percent mental and the other half is physical.

If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.

Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.

I never said most of the things I said.

Goodbye, Yogi.