There aren’t enough superlatives, nor is there room for all the stories, to describe the great Yogi Berra. A decent catcher who worked endlessly with Yankee Hall of Famer Bill Dickey until he was a truly great defensive backstop, Berra was among the best handlers of pitchers of his time. A tough-nosed defender, Casey Stengel once said that “Berra pounces on bunts like they’re dollar bills blowing away in the breeze.” But no matter how great Berra was as a defender, his greatest value was as a hitter – perhaps the best clutch hitter of his time. White Sox Manager Paul Richards once called Berra “the toughest out in baseball over the final three innings of the game.” Particularly maddening in clutch situations was Berra’s ability to hit bad balls. He would golf low balls for long, high-arcing home runs and tomahawk high pitches for deep line drives. With Berra at the plate, the unthinkable was within reach with every at-bat. Among Hall of Famers, Berra’s cards are prized. Not only because of what Yogi represents as a player. But for his personality and character. Rarely has there been a more likeable more “every man” of a hero in any sport than Yogi Berra.