He seems to be standing next to God, commentating the match of our lives. He is showing us how a hacker can make it to heaven, after all of this stumbling and stuttering on the court. After we beat up ourselves and our opponents, make sure that you know that God is not your opponent, his life said. Enter every match with the knowledge of your humility next to the Most High.
As a commentator, if you were a hacker, he said, “You can do this!” It really isn’t as hard as it looks. If you were a seasoned pro, he said, You ain’t so much! Tomorrow, you could be watching from the bleachers. He humbled us all, with every comment. We miss him so much as we jump to try to explain the encouragement and motivation we received from his unorthodox ways. We can’t even talk about it. We just try so hard to make the applications to the world as we live out our own lives and hear his happy voice egging us from the sidelines onto the courts of our responsibility. He knocks us down a few pegs and he lifts us up a few, when we need it! Missing you, Bud!