Baseball=Life?

I love sports, but I am in no way a baseball fan. Never have been. As with other useless sports, like underwater basket weaving, hockey and golf, I can handle watching baseball live (actually, I might be stretching it with golf). I feel the game a bit more when I am one of the crowd. Still that's never given me the best opportunity to study the sport. A friend of mine once posited that any and all of life's problems could be solved with a baseball analogy. Girl problems? Turn to baseball. Confused about your next step? Chances are, there is something in the history of our national pastime that can give you an answer, according to my good friend, Summerfield. I challenged him on a few occasions. It went on for about a week. He was always able to come up with something that seemed to fit the situation, so I promised that I might try to pay more attention to baseball. Thus far, I've not really kept my promise. It just bores me to tears -- like watching dudes in fast cars drive in circles hundreds of times or standing by the microwave waiting for the popcorn to pop, or staring at my telephone not ring, or leaning back and watching the unused items on my desk continuing to go unused. You get the idea.

But, these from Yogi are good. Not all are necessarily baseball related. However, such Yogi-isms always remind me that maybe my friend, Summerfield, had something there.