In Boston he is known as Aaron (F——-') Boone, cousin to Bucky (F——-') Dent.
In New York he is known as Boonie Who Beat Da Sox!
In Arlington, Texas, he's known as That Dadburned Cuss Who Got A-Rod Traded.
In press boxes he's known as the Domino, the third baseman who triggered the biggest baseball deal in 85 years.
In some clubhouses he's known as the Moron Who Should've Lied.
But in Cincinnati he's known as the strangest thing of all, the Ballplayer Who Cared about a Sportswriter.
He's Bob Boone's son and Bret Boone's little brother, but for decency, integrity and honesty, he is a man unto himself.
You know Aaron Boone as the Yankees' late-season pickup who hit the walk-off, Game 7 home run that beat the Boston Red Sox in the American League Championship Series, dooming Beantown to another winter of staring blankly into its chowder.
But the biggest impact Boone's ever had on baseball was playing in a pickup basketball game in January—"I don't think I'd played a pickup game in five years!" he says—going for a loose ball, getting wiped out by another diving player and tearing his left ACL, which started a Rube Goldberg series of events.
1) Nearly six weeks after the injury the Yankees cut him, citing a clause in Boone's contract that barred him from playing basketball, and yanked back most of his $5.75 million salary. Why didn't Boone do what a lot of other ballplayers would've done with millions on the line—play with the truth? "Uh, hurt it on the treadmill" or "Tripped over the dog taking out the garbage."