I never spent a minute socializing with Detroit Red Wings public address announcer Budd Lynch away from Joe Louis Arena, and yet he always made me feel as if I had.
“How are you doing, young fellow?” he has been saying to me for about 30 years in the Detroit press box.
As the years marched on, and my hair thinned and my waistline expanded, his greeting became a mixture of both humor and endearment. He treated everyone as if they were a dear friend.
Under ordinary circumstances, you can’t say you are surprised to hear that someone who has reached his 95th birthday has died. However, there has never been anything ordinary about Lynch, which is why those who knew him felt an unexpected jolt to hear that he had died Tuesday morning.