I first met Mike playing basketball at Cottrell’s outdoor court in Urbana some 40 odd years ago. We, like everyone who knew him, loved him right away. He was always quick with a smile and loved to laugh. It was infectious. We lost touch after high school while he was in the military and later while he worked on cruise ships. We saw each other again years later on the softball fields of Springfield Ohio and I invited him to start playing on my teams, which he did for many years. In addition to be a great player, we just loved being around him. His Harry Cary impression always had everyone in stitches. I remember one game in particular where the umpires allowed us to play in the rain after we begged them to let us continue. It was raining cats and dogs. Mike was on 1st when someone hit a ball into the outfield. Mike rounded second and did a head first slide that he started halfway (maybe a little exaggerated) between 2nd and 3rd. He not only made it all the way to third, but halfway to the fence beyond it. It was awesome. We still talk about it, and his Harry Cary impression, to this day. Many times Mike would come to my house in those years, where we shared a lot of good times. He made those times even more special because of his love of people and sense of humor. We all loved Chicken, and will missed him terribly. May the good lord bless and keep the friends and family of Mike Rittenhouse in this time of sorrow. To Mike, I love you my brother.