Language abuse: Yogi-isms

Last week I promised Allan at Ohm Sweet Ohm that this week I’d be featuring a few of the language home runs Yogi Berra hit over the years. Not to be confused with Yogi Bear, although his AP obituary initially stated that Yogi Bear had died, he was an outstanding baseball player for the New York Yankees.  But he is just as famous for his humorous use, or some might say, misuse, of the English language.  Perhaps his best known is “It isn’t over till it’s over.”  But there are many more.  Here are just a few to interject a smile or even a laugh into your day.

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

You can observe a lot by just watching.

It’s like déjà vu all over again.

No one goes there nowadays, it’s too crowded.

 Baseball is 90% mental and the other half is physical.

A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.

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

You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six.

Never answer an anonymous letter.

He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.

It was impossible to get a conversation going, everybody was talking too much.

Half the lies they tell me aren’t true.

Can we believe that Yogi actually said all these things?  I think so, but then again he did say, “I never said most of the things I said.”   So you decide.  🙂

Walk with me, part 4 (and we’ll go fishing, too.)

We’ve made it thought the park and back to the parking lot, saddened that the best part of the morning is over.  Or is it?  As I drive the van toward the main road, I look to the right, to where the water is slow, forming a large pond/small lake.  Behold!  A fisherman!  Pull over, park, and find a rock.  Limber up the clicking finger, focus the telephoto, and we’re off. As Yogi Berra (not Bear) once said, “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.”  And we have a few more photos to take.

Waiting; the personification of patience.  Animalification?

Stealthily on the move.  Is that a feather duster in the back?  🙂

Streeeetch.  (I’d say “Craning”, but as it’s an egret, that might get confusing.) 🙂

I sat for a long while on a warm rock, taking photos and just watching.  When I finally rose to leave, you guessed it.  Plop.  Another frog missed.  But I did get a shot of one recently and that will likely be coming up Tuesday.

Have a marvelous weekend and thanks for walking with me.

Food for thought

These food-related sayings are from Eating Well magazine’s “Food Court” or “Last Bite” sections.  The lovely picture is a photo I took of the Ken Burris photo in the spring 2003 issue of the same magazine.  You can find more of Ken’s gorgeous food photos at kenburris.com/.  I’ve been thinking about food because tomorrow morning is the day I go to the farmer’s market and revel in the produce and other products of the day.  Yum!