Bret Boone’s juiced up career came to a close today in the dugout at Tradition Field. Tears welled in his eyes… "his lower lip quivering ever so slightly… something inside had told him to go home… With that, the three-time All-Star pointed to his chest, said his inner fire was missing, and announced his retirement."
"Something I’ve loved my whole life has become a major, major job for me," Boone said. "I don’t think it would be fair for me — or fair to the Mets — to continue something I’ve loved my whole life and had so much passion for, and all of a sudden that passion isn’t there anymore."
I really love it when tanked out athletes play that passion card after they get back in competitive training. It’s one thing to end your season or come out of an injury and say, "Ya know, I just don’t have that fire anymore." But when you go to spring training as a non-roster invite, field the ball like Corky, and see the three youngsters preparing to send you to triple-A on a shutter, "lack of passion" becomes code for "fuck! I’m horrible and I don’t have my roid juice!" Though I know it’s too much to ask for an athlete to simply admit that he’s gotten old and it’s time to hang it up, I’d certainly appreciate the honesty.
In any case, I’d just like to thank Boone for calling it quits before I prepared my "I’ll Die Before Drafting Him" list for my fantasy baseball drafts this year. Amending my excel worksheets would have been far too much to bear had he not come forth so quickly.
Boone finishes his career as a lifetime .266 hitter with the Mariners, Cincinnati Reds, Atlanta Braves, San Diego Padres and Twins. A four-time Gold Glove award winner and a two-time Silver Slugger recipient, Boone compiled 1,775 hits, 252 home runs, 1,021 RBI in 1,780 career games and was roided up for about 60% of them.