Law Office of William F. Underwood - April 2019


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APRIL 2019


When you’re a kid, you don’t think too much about how important your friendships are. It’s only when you’re older that you realize how much someone can affect you. I met my best friend when we were both 6 years old. David Jordan and I were both in a local T-ball league, and we were placed on the same team, the Bluejays. In this league, you started in the outfield before you could move up to the infield, and as you aged up through the program, you had the option to hit without a tee. For David, moving up in this league barely made him break a sweat. was our team’s starting pitcher. We played on the Bluejays together for three years, and if we weren’t playing baseball, we were likely riding our bikes to each other’s houses or battling it out on the football field or basketball court. Every so often — maybe on an off day — I could beat David, but for the most part, he was an athletic beast. He even managed to beat me with an injured foot, which he sustained during one of our competitive tennis matches. He quickly moved on from the outfield, and by the time he was 7 years old, he

he was one of the best little league players in the region. As someone who has never claimed to be athletic, I figured I didn’t stand a chance in that batter’s box. By some miracle — more likely an errant pitch — I managed to hit a home run off of David. It’s a day I’ll never forget, nor did I ever let him forget it. By eighth grade, David’s talent had landed him the starting shortstop position on our high school’s baseball team. (And I hit a home run off that guy!) I was repeatedly impressed with David’s athleticism, but I’ll always value who he was as a person. David was a good-hearted, trustworthy guy who would give anyone the shirt off his back in an instant. David was friends with anyone and everyone, and he made every conversation seem so easy. I could talk to him about anything. On Feb. 9, 2019, David passed away. He was only 37 years old, but in less than four decades on this earth, David left an impression on everyone he met. He battled his own demons, but he never let anyone battle theirs alone. Sure, he had tremendous potential to be a star on the professional baseball diamond, but he exceeded every expectation one could hope for in a friend.

I was repeatedly impressed with David’s athleticism, but I’ll always value who he was as a person.

By the time we were 9 or 10 years old, we were playing on different local baseball teams. Prior to the start of the season, our teams would scrimmage one another, just to get a feel for the real season. I remember one of these warm-up games going against David and his mighty arm. I knew what I was up against;

Thank you for 30 great years of friendship, David. (Oh, and just in case you forgot, I hit a home run off of you when we were 10.)

-William F. “Trey” Underwood, III

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