Most Bo Jackson stories read like a Pecos Bill tall tale. They sound as if they’ve been embellished each time they’re told. I can only hope that this personal account of Seattle Mariner’s second basemen, Bret Boone, really happened.
Bo Jackson was on first base and we picked him off. He didn’t even try to go back to first; he just took off running to second. They threw the ball to me and we had him out by 15 feet. But Bo is still running at me full steam. I’m thinking, ‘You’ve got to get in a rundown, dude.’ But he’s running like he’s going to run me over at the plate. I’m thinking, ‘What are you doing, dude? Well, I guess he’ll slide.’ But then he’s five feet away and he’s still in full stride. And I’m like, ‘Holy s—-, what the hell’s going to happen?’ And I jumped back out of the way. And then he came to the base at full speed and went ‘pop!’ — stopped right on the bag. He was safe, but they called him out because the ball beat him. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I had the ball 15 feet before he got there, waiting for him, and he made me not tag him. He said to me, ‘Boonie, you know I was safe.’ I said, ‘You’re right.’ He just scared me.