"I'm at the stadium one day," someone said. "A man walks, Mantle's up, hits the first pitch and grounds out. Should Mickey have waited the pitcher out if he was getting a little wild? Shouldn't the take sign have been on?"
"Not with a power hitter like Mantle," said Yogi. "Mickey hits on his own. Maris, too."
"Will you be calling pitches, Larry? You know the hitters better than anybody on the club."
"I wouldn't second guess my catcher," said Yogi.
"Will you miss talking to the umps?"
"I kind of think I'll be talking to them once in a while."
"You going to bring the lineup cards out to home plate or send them out with a coach?"
"I'll take them out," said Yogi.
"Man, the first day you do, the fans are going to tear the roof off the Stadium. Everybody's pulling for you, Larry."
Yogi frowned and, half to himself, he muttered, "I think I can manage. But I got to find out. Handling the players, I'm not worried. Like Joe Garagiola says, 'You got their respect, you don't have to win it, you can only lose it.' I don't blow my top often, but I can get mad, I can be firm, I can put my foot down if anybody gets out of line. I don't know. Eighteen years with the Yanks, a catcher's got to learn something."