Growing up, it seemed like the Yankees were in the World Series every year. Of course, as a very young Red Sox fan this was galling—but it also seemed inevitable. In fact, for a while I just assumed that the Yankees were supposed to be in the World Series. One of the players I saw each year—watching the afternoon telecasts of The Fall Classic—was Yogi Berra. Yogi passed away yesterday at the age of 90. He was one of the few Bronx Bobmers I could tolerate (along with Mickey Mantle). That's because in addition to being a really good player, Yogi seemed like a really cool guy. Lost in his image as the 'goofy malaproper' is that fact that Yogi was a three-time A.L. MVP. Not to mention the 10 World Series rings. Yogi had class. He will be missed.