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If the man was in your presence, you could almost guarantee you’d be smiling. He always knew what to say and when to say it. It’s hard to believe that a man dealing with so much pain could just keep smiling and make everyone else smile with him. As many of you know, David had a passion for the Beaverdam Youth League. His countless hours with the league ranged from positions such as coach all the way to President. His last feats with the league may have been his greatest. David had a large part in starting a division of adult baseball, something unknown to this area. The age group ranges from 17 - 25 and it filled David’s heart with delight to know he could get that age boys to come play baseball on Sunday’s throughout the summer. Most people would not even think of coaching that age group, but not David. Those were his boys, every single one of them and the effect he had on us is immeasurable. David’s philosophy for dealing with us was simple, he remembered what it was like to be a kid and his boys respected him for that. The man was never late. In fact, I don’t think he ever got there less than a half an hour before he should a been. I guess he just couldn’t wait to see his boys play ball. In fact, it must have stayed on his mind all the time. I think he talked about us all the time because Debbie can tell you things he told her about us playing ball that I don’t even remember. He loved to coach. He liked to call it just having fun. He’d often say "these boys know how to play ball, I’m just here to keep them straight and he did. But it was not through screaming or yelling. He would just become one of us and I guess we just followed his lead. If we were down, he’d sing to us. Most of the time it was the munchkin song from the Wizard of Oz. And on top of that he’d dance. You forgot about being a few runs behind and were able to get your head back in the game. That is the one thing David realized, you could be the best athlete in the world, but if your mind won’t in the right place, you weren’t gonna play good ball. David loved to win, but I believe in our greatest defeats is when we had the most fun. We all just lightened up and played ball. And even though we would get down, David would never get mad, just say good job and just don’t quit. That was probably what I would call the man’s motto about baseball. He always taught us no matter how far down or how much you’re ahead, always play your best. That is just one of the many lessons he taught on the ball field that will carry over into our everyday life. David was a great coach but that’s not all he did for the league. The countless board meetings and fundraisers he participated in would wear the normal man out just thinking about them. If it needed to be done, David would do it. David means more to this league that you could ever imagine. He will truly be missed but never forgotten. I truly believe behind every good man there’s a good woman. Debbie always supported her husband and helped out in the background. On behalf of the Beaverdam Youth League we would like to thank you, Debbie and family, for sharing this extraordinary man with us. Thank you and God Bless" Brock Hitt
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