When Lindsay Berra was in college in the late ’90s, she would call her grandparents nearly every night at 11:28 p.m. Her friends at North Carolina found it a bit odd. Berra would explain that her grandparents’ social schedule could rival any student, but Grandpa Yogi and Grandma Carmen made it a point to be home at 11 every evening so they could watch reruns of “Seinfeld.”

“It was the only time where I could guarantee I would know where they were and I could check in and talk to them for five minutes,” Lindsay said. It is another of countless endearing stories about the late Yogi Berra since he first became a major leaguer nearly eight decades ago. Now, Lindsay, her uncles, producers and directors want to tell one more that she feels is forgotten: How good a player Yogi was.