There are many things in the world beyond my understanding. One of those things is the public’s fondness for Yogi Berra.

About twenty years ago took my seven-year-old son to an event to get Yogi Berea’s autograph on a Met’s yearbook. To get an autograph you waited on line for two hours and paid twenty dollars. As Mr. Berra signed the yearbook, I mentioned that with his signature every 1969 Met player had autographed the book. He looked up at me and snarled “so what”. I was taken back. He had the option smile, or say nothing but instead he went out of his way to be mean spirited.

You say in your review, “Berra covers all the key events, dwelling on detail on the baseball accomplishments, but never really peers into Yogi’s inner life…” To bad, because there is a dark side to the man and I’m sure I’m not the only one who sees that.