Making Predictions Is Tough. Especially For The

Yogi Ordered A Pizza. The Waitress Asked How Many Pieces Do You Want Your Pie Cut? Yogi Responded, Four. I Don't Think I Could Eat Eight.

I Tell The Kids, Somebody's Gotta Win, Somebody's Gotta Lose. Just Don't Fight About It. Just Try To Get Better.

Every Time I See Him, He's Not There.

Never Answer Anonymous Letters.

I Wish I Had An Answer To That Because I'm Tired Of Answering That Question.