Many years ago, my father was a frequent speaker for an organization called Pro Athletes Outreach. Dad would often conduct chapel services for the visiting professional football and baseball teams in San Diego, where we lived at that time.

My father was kind enough to take me along to these services on Sunday morning at Jack Murphy Stadium, where we got to meet some of the athletic greats. On one of those occasions, we were introduced to Yogi Berra, then manager of the Mets. I don’t remember much about the meeting except that it was in the locker room and Berra was standing there in his underwear.

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