Yogi Berra died Tuesday night, and I’m reminded of my good friend who backed up Berra in the Bronx.
Charlie Silvera hardly played - 482 at-bats in 10 years - and opponents used to kid Silvera that he was Yogi’s caddy. As Charlie once told me at his Millbrae home, “I told them, ‘Yogi tipped me more than you make.’ ”
Silvera loved Yogi. Everyone loved Yogi. How could you not love the little man with the big bat, known for his World Series rings and turning phrases in all kinds of wacky directions?