| Buddy Hunter | |
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| Second baseman | |
| Born: (1947-08-09) August 9, 1947 (age 65) Omaha, Nebraska |
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| Batted: Right | Threw: Right |
| MLB debut | |
| July 1, 1971 for the Boston Red Sox | |
| Last MLB appearance | |
| June 1, 1975 for the Boston Red Sox | |
| Career statistics | |
| Batting average | .294 |
| Runs batted in | 2 |
| Runs scored | 5 |
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Harold James "Buddy" Hunter (born August 9, 1947 in Omaha, Nebraska) is a former utility infielder in Major League Baseball who played for the Boston Red Sox in part of three seasons (1971, 1973, 1975). Listed at 5' 10", 170 lb., Hunter bat and threw right-handed. He was selected by Boston in the 1969 draft out of the University of Nebraska in the 3rd round (61st overall).
A dependable handyman, Hunter was used in pinch hitting, pinch running, DH, and late defensive replacement duties. He hit .294 (5-for-17) with five runs and two RBI in 22 career games, including two doubles and a .478 on-base percentage. In 12 infield appearances at second base (9) and third (3), he compiled a .969 fielding percentage while committing an error in 31 chances.
Following his career in the majors, Hunter played with Triple-A Pawtucket (1978–79) and later managed the Winston-Salem Red Sox (1980–81).
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