I love Hud.
True confession time: at first, I did NOT love Hud. At all.
Hud (or Uncle Hud) is the name Kansas City Royals fans have given to Rex Hudler – the guy who does play-by-play of Royals games on TV.
Uncle Hud is definitely an acquired taste.
Honestly, when he first started broadcasting baseball games for the Royals, I thought Hud was a dud. He is justifiably famous for a long string of “Hud-isms.” That is, words and phrases that pop effortlessly out of his mouth during a game that leave most listeners scratching their heads and saying, “WHAAAAAATT?”
Some examples:
- How about a doink, a bloop, or a blast right here.
- Players, really, are property.
- I say, “Bruce, I watch you chew that gum, man. It’s amazing how you chomp that thing!”
- I get hungry when you throw that accent out there!
- I had a license at one time, but they’ve taken it from me.
- That had too much hair on it.
- Be a fountain, not a drain
- Oh, that was nice. How ‘bout just a thing. Throw a little thing out there, Moose.
- He wants to try to shoot that hole anywhere. Any hole.
- Did you know that’s a video game now? Angry Birds?
- Maybe Billy can wake those ducks up.
- That’s not just a circle change! He curls that thing all the way up into a little donut!
- He brings a lunch pail to work, even though he probably really doesn’t.
- Everything went well but the loss.
- His teammates call him Wader. I’ll say! Wader, check please!
True fans will also recount Uncle Hud’s live, on-air, in-game debate with Ryan Lefebvre – his broadcast partner – about whether or not the moon is a planet.
Hud arrived in the KC broadcast booth in 2012. The first strike against him was that he came from California… never a plus with Kansas Citians. Strike two was that he came to replace a beloved and long-time KC baseball announcing legend.
The third – and final – strike for most people was the list I just showed you above.
But here it is, July 6, 2021, and Uncle Hud is still behind the microphone, broadcasting every home and away game for the stumbling, fourth-place Kansas City Royals.
The thing that turned most doubters (I’ll admit, including me) into believers can be summed up in one word:
LOVE.
Hud LOVES the game of baseball. In fact, he is regularly effusive, and gooey, and downright mooshy about his love of the game. During every game he keeps a baseball with him… spinning it in his fingers and bouncing it back and forth from one hand to the other as he describes a perfect 6-4-3 double play.
His devotion to the history, the traditions, the nuances, the aura, and the rules of the game borders on religious reverence. Probably because he spent 20 years – divided between six different Major League teams, including the Japanese League – playing The Great Game.
Hud LOVES the Kansas City community.
He LOVES his wife and his four children and rarely passes up an opportunity to talk about them… whether it is pertinent to the moment or not.
Hud LOVES his broadcast partners, the Royals organization, the fans who write him letters (positive or not), the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum (located in Kansas City), the weather, the visiting team, the umpiring crew, the off-season, the chair he sits in…
… in fact, there really does not seem to be anything Rex Hudler doesn’t love in this wide world… with the possible exception of mean, unloving people.
And so, in return, the people of Kansas City have finally come to love Uncle Hud…
[… well, most of them, anyway.]
I take particular encouragement from Hud’s story because – in a way – it is my story. During my career as a pastor, I screwed up a lot of things. I committed a lot of verbal gaffes. I slighted people I didn’t intend to slight. I missed deadlines. I overcommitted. I had bad ideas. I failed to follow through on commitments. I occasionally employed shaky theology.
But despite my myriad flaws and black marks, I tried to keep LOVE at the heart of everything I did.
Personally, I am counting on the truth of the verse in 1 Peter that says, “… for love covers a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 4:8, NRSV).
Maybe you are, too.
Abundant blessings;