Winners and Losers

The Field That Raised Me…

What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

Sports have always been a huge part of my life. They’ve been there for as long as I can remember. I come from a long line of athletes. My grandfather even had an opportunity to pitch for the Detroit Tigers, but he chose to serve in World War II instead. My father was a great athlete too, and he was also my coach growing up, teaching me the game—and a lot about life—along the way…

I love a lot of sports, but my two main ones are American football and baseball. I played Little League all through my childhood and into my teens. I didn’t just throw on a uniform and participate—I excelled. I was a star, haha. I’m normally pretty humble, but I want to be accurate here so you can feel what I’m putting down 😅 I was mainly a pitcher, but in between starts I played shortstop and left field, doing whatever my team needed… I also hit for power and average.

In little league.. I once made an insane diving catch in left field to win the game… the crowd went nuts… bum-rushed me and carried me off the field on their shoulders cheering haha…

Sports were where I learned who I was when things got hard…

I kept it going into junior high and high school, playing both baseball and football. On the football field I lined up at quarterback, wide receiver, and at cornerback on defense, and I excelled there too. The dream was always to try and go pro in baseball, but along the way I got pulled into the music scene and ended up chasing that route instead. Even then, I never really left sports behind. I kept playing, jumping into league softball over the years and staying connected to the game any way I could.

As far as watching sports, my heart stays close to home. I love the Atlanta Braves and Falcons, and when it comes to college football, I’m a huge Georgia fan—Go Dawgs! Major League Baseball, the NFL, and college football are my mainstays, but I also enjoy basketball and golf, both playing and watching. Sports have always been more than just games to me. I’m thankful I grew up the way I did, grateful for the chance to play, I miss them days…

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My first year in little league… im holding the bat wrong in this pic.. my hands are opposite how they should be lol

1 Corinthians 9:24–26 (NIV)

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize… Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Where She Waits

my dream from last night

I was asleep…
— until I opened my eyes…
— I was in an old town… a third world place…

Cobblestone streets…
— run down…
— falling apart…

There were people everywhere—
on the outside.. they seemed okay…
but once they opened their mouths…
— I saw they were falling apart too…

Nothing but rusted words…
— no faith…
— no hope…
— nothing good to say…
They believed in nothing…

Just empty speech… empty phrases…
— nothing on the inside…
Painted smiles that no one cares to look through…
So I shook it off me—
— continued on…

In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures…
They were white marble—
— steep…
— with hewn steps stretching across…
Carved for someone braver…
— layered one upon another…
— like a man-made mountain range…

Magnificent to look at…
— like the teeth of God…
— so high up…
— bruising the sky…
— such a challenge…

Something inside me cried out…
Something feral and buried…
I knew—
I must climb…

I started walking toward them…
— because I’m about to move up… 😉

The people started yelling at me—
Their voices like a flock of crows…
— black…
— circling…

You’re not good enough…
you cant…
you wont make it…
it’s impossible…
it’s too much…
you’re crazy…
you’re going to regret it…
you will die…
Yada… yada… yada…

Wrong words—
— like an avalanche…
— thundering down from the mountains…
Bursting into sparks as they hit me—
straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…

My eyes locked…
I started to run — harder…
— faster…
— gaining momentum…
— like jets on a runway…

I took off…
— climbing higher…
— and higher…

The incline at times seemed straight up…
— I could actually feel myself getting tired…

But I kept on—
— never thought of giving up…
— never worried…
— never stopping…
— never slowing to catch my breath…

I’ve never had a better feeling in my life…
— awake or asleep…
— I felt so alive…
— so happy…
— it was unreal…

So determined —
— no one and nothing could stop me…
— nothing was impossible…

It was the greatest feeling ever…
I carried it with me all day after waking…

Mountains mean nothing…

And soon I will rest…
— on the summit…
— where she waits…
Take her hand…
— be her man…

I climb for that moment…
— a deep kiss…
— a life…
— that quiets the world below

Little by little… day by day…

Habakkuk 3:19

“The Lord God is my strength…
and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Ghetto S’mores…

What snack would you eat right now?

Ghetto S’mores… smoked oysters… cream cheese… Ritz cracker… Trust me… 🔥

…….🍘🐟➕🧀→😄→🙅‍♂️👎➡️😋👍→🔥😈✨’

I try to find some peace of mind
When my life’s treating me unkind… yeah… Pain will be my motivation
I’m gonna use my imagination
Yeah… I’m gonna live before I die…

YOLO…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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99 to Life — Punk Rock Poetry

Mike Ness & Social Distortion 🎶 99 to life…

This is just a poem… guys… love your ladies… we don’t do violence around here… just words… 😎

💔➡️😡🌙🏃‍♂️ 
💑➡️❌🩸 
⚖️➡️⛓️🔒 
😔📆🌑 
🧱🚶‍♂️🕯️ 
🙏✝️🕊️…                            `’.,°~

My Edumacation…

What colleges have you attended?

Life Christian University (LCU) —
minored at Hard Way Community College 😎`’.,°~

LCU is a real college… yes.. I actually attended 😄 studied theology…

…….⛓️⚫️😮‍💨💧🚬🚗🙏 🛣️’…….==o–||–o==→……🤕💔🍾😞🚙🙏🌙’……./\/\_💔_/\/\→’ ‘…….↯😵→😔→🙏→↗️’…….↯→…→/→^’…….🎓✝️→⛓️⚫️→😮‍💨→📚🔥’…….[ ]→==o–||–o==→’ 🤌🤌🤌💯

Well it’s been ten years… and a thousand tears… and look at the mess I’m in…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

Little Grown-Ups…

my life as a Gen X kid…

This song has the “F” word in it… only once… in one line… so you may not want to listen… if it may offend you… 👇

I was born in September of  73`… a Gen X kid…
when I look back now… I realize things…


Yeah maybe I was doing stuff early on that probably could have waited until I was an adult…


but life was different back then…


the world was wider… lighter… rawer… simpler… all at once…


And us kids…


we were all little grown-ups…

From the time I was about eight until I was fourteen…


life couldn’t have been much better…


I grew up in a fairly large community of side by side houses… side by side families…
where everybody knew everybody…
neighbors didn’t just nod — they shared life…
they borrowed sugar…
they brought each other meals…
they sat in yards and talked about real things…
hearts… stories… struggles… faith… loss… laughter…


It wasn’t perfect —
but man… it was real…

My great-grandfather lived with us in those days…


he was one of a kind…


old as dirt… tougher than leather… stubborn as wet cement…


he had lived much…
And he never ran out of stories…


He’d sit outside every day… in this beat up old folding chair…


And half the time.. I’d pull another chair beside him… and just listen…


He was a war veteran — A Purple Heart… other medals he earned through blood and grit…


Infantry…
France…
WW2…


he’d tell me stories of laughing under fire… marching… waiting… freezing… fighting… barely surviving…


And I’d pepper him with a thousand questions… because I couldn’t get enough…

Later.. I found out from my grandmother…
that he had taken many lives in battle…
those stories… he never told…
those belonged to him… and God alone…


What I did see…
was a man who had walked through hell…


And somehow came back kinder…
tougher…


And still able to laugh a little…
And love a lot…


And without making speeches…
without preaching a word…


he was shaping the boy sitting beside him…

In those days…
my parents worked…


so most times I had to fend for myself…


I had a house key… freedom… responsibility…


but there were rules…


Do the right thing when nobody is watching…


Be  about character…
Be about integrity…

Be about it…

Be a decent human being…


And oh yeah…
be home by dark…

On the edge of our community…
the world exploded into a massive forest
deep woods stretching for miles…
thousands of acres…
trees… creeks… hidden lakes… trails… wildlife…


a giant playground for kids who hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of living…


I spent countless days exploring those woods…


fishing…
riding dirt bikes…
shooting guns…


no supervision… no phones… just trust…


Sometimes on Saturdays I’d wake up before the sun…
pack myself a sack lunch and some drinks…
grab my fishing poles and tackle box…
strap it all to the back of my dirt bike…
And disappear into the woods…

All… day… long…


Sometimes friends came along…
sometimes it was just me and the world —
And honestly… those were some of the best days…


Many mornings my great-grandfather would stop me before I left…
hand me his old .22 pistol in a worn leather holster…
And tell me to take it “for protection”…
because us kids needed guns back then haha…
we learned early… how to treat and respect a firearm…
it was a great privilege… responsibility… And it was ours…

I’d strap it to my waist like a cowboy…
fire up that dirt bike…
And ride off into the blue…


Freedom…
Adventure…
Responsibility…
Trust…

A childhood that felt like life training…


And I am grateful… deeply grateful…


Those years shaped me…
they toughened me…
they softened me…
they taught me courage… solitude… resourcefulness… respect… curiosity… wonder… independence…

I didn’t know it then…


but those were Holy days…


And I am thankful I grew up when I did…


in a world… full… of little grown-ups…

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Also… my great-grandfather’s middle name and mine… are the same… Loia… pronounced Loy like Joy…

I forgot to mention my dog… Buck… he was there too… he didn’t live inside a fence… he never knew a leash… he was free to roam… just like me… he followed me everywhere… he loved to swim… while I fished…

I’m the blood on your guitar… I’m that wave You caught back in 1975…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Blood In The Sky 🔴`’.°~

a night in my life…

In June of 2o09…
I walked away from the drug life
away from the people
The Culture
The chaos
The darkness


But darkness does not always let go easily


These were the people I once called friends
One of them was like a brother to me
Yet they secretly planned to take my life


They were tied to something dangerous — an organization that did not forgive


I knew too much


They tricked me into going on a road trip to another state


Their plan was to hand me over…

to people who were supposed to kill me

make me disappear forever…

As truth slowly began to reveal itself
fear poured through me…


I thought to myself


This is it…
it’s over…
I’m done…
I’m about to die…


So I began to pray silently…
Believing I was about to meet my maker…


Then something happened — something Holy


A presence stood beside me…

Fear lifted off me…

A deep peace fell over me…

I knew…

I wasn’t alone…

And the men with me felt it too — they knew something greater than them had stepped in…


What I did not know was that they had secretly drugged me


I began to feel sick


The world began to fade away…  everything went black…


The next thing I remember — waking up in a hospital


I stayed there for two weeks


My body… recovering
My heart… waking up…

When I walked out
I was not the same…


Jesus met me — I’ve followed Him ever since…


I couldn’t go home
But that was ok…


I didn’t want to be there anyway…


Later.. I learned what really happened that night…


God spoke to the heart of one of the men…


The same man who helped plan my death… was the one who called for help…


He helped save my life…


He chose mercy… over murder…

I will never forget that moon…


Huge… low…

heavy in the night…

close enough to touch…


Deep red and orange — like blood in the sky…

After that night…


God led me into discipleship and ministry…


He gave me a vision…
a heart for people…


a promise…


that my life…


would rest safely in His hands always…


what was supposed to be an ending…
turned into a beginning…


a chance to turn it all around…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Reach For The Sky… ‘Cause Tomorrow… May Never Come…

So I sit at the edge of my bed…
I strum my guitar… and I sing an outlaw love song…

With a guitar in my hand… I stand a little taller…

The Green-Eyed Lion of Judah…

the dream that changed it all 🦁

Summer of 1997…

In this season of my life…
I was far away from the God I walked with as a boy and teenager…
but He wasn’t far from me…
He was still right where I had left Him…

I was asleep one night…
I had a dream…
in the middle of addiction…
in the middle of my sin…
this was it…



I found myself on a path…
alone…

I looked around…
in awe…
the road was marble…
gold…
silver…
lined with precious jewels…
vibrant…
alive with color…

I thought…
where am I
where is everyone

All at once…
I felt breath upon my neck…

slowly…
I turned around…
before me…
was the most brilliant…
awesome…
magnificent thing…
I have ever laid eyes on…

It was a Lion…

close as could be…

I was face to face with Him…

His eyes were so green…
so piercing…
He saw right through me…

Suddenly…
I became afraid…
what was He about to do
what was about to happen

Beneath the fear…
reverence…

I knew…
He was King of all…

Then…
He began to move…

He lowered His head…
nudged me…
to start walking…

As I moved along the path…
He followed behind me…

Up ahead…

a small white horse…

The Lion went out…
met the horse…
devoured it…
swallowed it whole…

Then He returned behind me once again…
pushing me…
down the path…

At the end…
a wide marble staircase…

He came around from behind me…
moved up the stairs…
sat on the throne…

At His side…
two other Lions…

I fell on my face…

I worshipped Him…

I knew…

He was God…



I immediately woke up…

I jumped out of bed…
started writing down the dream…
because I didn’t want to forget it…

But it didn’t matter…

I never have forgotten…

It is as clear to me today…
as when it first happened…

I’m able still…
to close my eyes…
relive it…
just as vivid…
anytime I want…

For years…
I felt the dream was God telling me…
that He was with me…
calling me…
to straighten up…
follow Him…

Then… June of 2o09…

After the second attempt on my life…
God rescued me…
miraculously…
just in time…
brought me safely out of it… to Florida…
to a men’s discipleship and drug rehab ministry…

I had been there for several months…
it was now fall…

One afternoon…
outside… raking leaves…
singing…
praising…
alone…

Suddenly…
I was reminded of my dream…

I looked out across the property…

In the front of the building…
a small pond…
and in the center…
a fountain…
of a Lion…

Then I noticed something else…

The driveway…
L shaped…
like the path in my dream…

At the end of the driveway…
where the throne would be…
two Lion statues…
one on each side…

I was blown away…

Everything made sense now…

I was without words…

And I still am today…
when I think about it all…



I later became the resident director of that ministry…
spent four years there…

I watched God work strong and mighty…
in the lives of hundreds of broken men…
that came through our doors…
transforming them…
they were never the same…

And in my life…
there is absolutely…
no doubt…
what has happened…
taken place…

who is responsible…
who gets the credit…
the glory…
the honor…
the praise… 🙌



and…`.°~ ¡-~-¡`°
the small white horse…
my enemies…
my past…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Psalm 143: 9-12…

Deliver me… O LORD… from mine enemies…
I flee unto thee for refuge… to hide me…
Teach me to do thy will… for thou art my God…
thy spirit is good… lead me into the land of uprightness… onto level ground… because of mine enemies…
Quicken me… O LORD… for Jesus Christ name’s sake…
for thy righteousness’ sake… bring my soul out of trouble…
And of thy loving kindness… and mercy… cut off mine enemies…
and destroy all them that afflict my soul..
for I am thy servant… thy friend… thy child…

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