So apparently I'm not the only baseball star around here. There was a Yogi Berra spotting. Uncle John saw him when he was with Mommy and Poppy. He said he was a big fan. Uncle John, did you have enough nerve to tell him you named your dog after him. Mommy was telling me how Yogi was the best Yankee catcher ever. I wonder if Daddy would mind if I played for the other New York teem in the Bronx that wins. I would still be able to stay home and he could still go to every one of my games.
Mom, send him by my pad the next time you see him. I could use a few pointers. Ask him to tell me about the glory days before the Roids hit baseball.
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