Hilton Smith pitched for the Fulda Giants in 1949, with my father, Richard, as the manager. He had been a great pitcher for the Kansas City Monarchs, so much so that he was inducted into the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y. in 2001, the same summer as Kirby Puckett.
I was in Kansas City often as a Twins beat writer in the 1970s, and never thought to look in the phone book at the hotel to see if Hilton Smith's number might be there. I finally did that in the early '80s and there it was: Hilton Smith.
I called and he came to the phone, and I introduced myself as Dick Reusse's son, and we had a fine conversation and I said: "Hilton, next time in K.C., I'll pick you up and buy lunch at Arthur Bryant's.''
Hilton said that was a deal, and before I got back to K.C., Hilton died – in November 1983. I met his family at the induction ceremony, and those folks were great, but I've always regretted not having that sit down with Hilton himself.
And now I can add Gene Okerlund to that list of regrets. Yes, I ran into Mean Gene and talked with him on the phone fairly often over the decades, but for the past few years, I've had some extra time in Fort Myers, and always arrived there with the full intention to get to Sarasota for a long, laugh-filled conversation/interview with him.
As too many great characters from the AWA have passed, I've called Gene, and gotten some quick, terrific stories, and I've always ended with: "Gene, I'm coming to Sarasota from The Fort, and we'll have dinner,'' and we agreed that was going to happen.
And it didn't, but I was going to make sure it did this time, this winter/spring, and now it can't, because Mean Gene died on Wednesday – age 76, a month after a fall, and with some long-time health problems.
You would never know that Okerlund was dealing with such issues, though, when he answered the phone to pay tribute to another wrestling character. Here's what I loved about Mean Gene: