Fear & fastballs . . .

Went to the game the other night with the Guru, which is always fun, and not just because he pays for the beer.

The setting always provokes baseball stories, and this time he told one about Yogi*:

Guy comes up to Berra complaining about something - life, I think - and the diatribe quickly moves on to the worst things that can happen to you, and what you're afraid of.

That's nothing, says Yogi when the complainer pauses. Try standing in against Bob Feller's fastball.

Yogi Berra, who landed on two beaches in Normandy, was more afraid of a fastball than German bullets.

* The Guru tells it much better - ask him next time you see him.

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