Once you get Jim Huber’s voice in your head, you can never get it out.
Who would want to?
Jim Huber wrote lullabies that could open your eyes.
His essays on sports and life were short. But never rushed.
And, before I even Googled him Monday night, as soon as we learned he had died at the age of 67, I knew that no matter what sample of his work the Internet giant’s algorithm spun out, I would feel as if I were learning something nobody else had ever conveyed.
Golf was Huber’s main beat for many years. He saw way beyond the fairway.