Indeed, he had everyone wondering after one homer during a game at Georgia's Foley Field on April 2. After grounding out in the first, Jackson came up in the fourth. "When I swung, everything slowed down," he says. "I saw the ball hit the bat—right on the thick of it. It was like something on TV."
It soared over the 375-foot sign and into the lights—85 feet high—in left center. People swear it was still rising when it hit the lights. "It was like The Natural," says Baird. "There were a couple of seconds of silence—people just watching—and then a standing ovation." Jackson hit two more home runs, then a double. The fans booed the double.
Talking strictly dollars and cents, Bo should pick baseball. He'd figure to end up with a much larger salary over a much longer career. The one drawback would be the two years he might have to spend in the minors, where the means of transportation wouldn't be to his liking. "Buses do something to me," says Bo, whose bad feelings about them go back to his rides to school in seventh grade.
Jackson could be an immediate millionaire in either football league (assuming there are still two a year from now), but in that sport, there's a greater danger that his career could end on one play.
So which will it be, pigskin or cowhide, Jim Brown or Willie Mays?
"To me it's all about making a living," says Bo. "It's like choosing one job from another—working in a steel mill or a sawmill. It's just whichever one you want to get into.
"I may just put the names of both sports in a bag, and whichever one I pull out, that's the one it will be."