Remembering Craig Pitti
“Someone go out and guard the left handed guy with the yellow shoes.” I was at an adult league basketball game at Novato High School playing against a team called “Coaches Convention”, and this was the first time I met Craig Pitti. I didn’t know it at the time but Craig would soon become a friend who would have a lasting impact on my life. Craig passed away today (10/13/17) at the far too young an age of 40, but the friendship, mentorship, and lessons he taught to me and so many others will continue on.
Back to the dusty gym in Novato. The year was 2009 and I was transitioning to a life after college. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, so in the meantime I played a lot of basketball. I had recently enrolled in a teaching program at Dominican University but I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted to do long term. I was playing for a soon to be disbanded basketball team and I was looking for a new group of guys to play hoops with. As it so happened one of the guys in the league was an old basketball coach of mine, Chris McCune. Chris pitched the idea of bringing in an undersized, unathletic power forward to Craig and Dan Curtaz who, thankfully for me, were receptive to the idea. Meeting Craig and the rest of the guys on the old “Coach’s Convention” men’s league team was an important moment in my life and showed me the huge impact that one can have as an educator.
After my initial season on the team, I began to get to know Craig a little bit better. We both taught History, enjoyed watching the 49ers, shopping at Trader Joe’s, and playing and coaching basketball. Craig had a genuine way of making you feel valued, and it was impossible not to like him because he told the best stories.
Ah yes… the stories. Once I became part of the men’s league basketball team I started to learn the culture of the team. On the floor the team, which had subsequently changed its name to Rise and Fire, liked to shoot a lot of three point shots, play fundamental basketball, and bark at the referee’s a little bit. But it was the post game trips to Maya Palenque in Novato which were the real event of the evening. And in the post game festivities, which always took place on the patio of Maya rain or shine, Craig was the center of attention. The team would always laugh, think, and listen to what he had to say. Craig had a way of telling stories that instantly hooked the listener and getting the inside scoop from someone as well connected as Craig always felt like a special privilege.
There are too many Maya memories to mention, but one story stands out as I think back on all of the entertaining evenings on the patio, and that was the night that we won our first men’s league title together with our current roster. We were all in good spirits after a team victory and the laughs, tacos, and bufff-alo sauce (™:Chad Stuart) were flowing. I felt a real sense of pride that evening and I was excited to get to spend the evening with my friends. At the end of the evening we took a photo with our favorite bartender Carlos. The giant smile on my face was always how I felt playing basketball with this great group of guys.
Although basketball was the activity that brought Craig and I together, it was not the only avenue in which Craig affected my life. Early on in our friendship Craig served as my content supervisor while I was finishing my credential at Dominican. Although he always liked to downplay the role in which he played, Craig was instrumental in helping me become a better teacher. He went out of his way on several occasions to have conversations with me about what life in the classroom was like, and how to engage students. When I took over a History position at Tomales High School and had no Economics curriculum, Craig was happy to send along a couple of his favorite projects and some great supplemental reading ideas.
I will also never forget how Craig would go the extra mile for San Marin students and the Novato community. One really bizarre example of this was when, as athletic director, Craig couldn’t find a volleyball coach. The two options that Craig faced were either canceling the season which would have meant letting down a number of students who were excited for the season or coaching the team himself. To anyone who knew Craig the decision was obvious…the season must go on. Craig then reached out to me to see if I would be interested in being his assistant coach. I didn’t have any experience but I thought it would be a fun experience. Coaching volleyball with Craig for that season turned out to be a lot of fun, and Craig had the team motivated to play every game. Seeing Craig build relationships with his students and the different teams he coached was always something that inspired me. Craig was always there for his students.
I would be remiss if at some point in this tribute I didn’t bring up Craig’s basketball coaching skill and the joy he got from this pursuit. For eleven years Craig was the head coach for San Marin basketball. During this time he mentored, taught, and shaped a number of young men in the Novato community. Craig had a real gift of connecting with people and building them up when they needed it. It is a real testament to his greatness that so many of his players come back to see him and are quick to thank him for his selflessness and passion for the game.
Each year coming to watch the Mustangs was a blast. In different years the team would take on a different personality and it was fun watching many of the players progress through their high school careers. However, the 2011 season stands out as one of the most exciting times in Mustang history. Craig led a talented group of players to a league title, and several shocking victories which ultimately culminated in a North Coast Section title. There are so many many fond memories that I have from that season, but I think I will leave you with this clip which was taken at the end of the NCS title game and shows what Craig Pitti is all about (link).
And, what the heck, one more video from the shocking upset of mighty Bishop O’Dowd. (link) If you listen really closely you can hear Superfans Matt Kinney and I screaming in the background at the end of the game.
Away from the court Craig loved to golf and spend time in Tahoe relaxing. I was fortunate to tag along with Craig, Chad Stuart, and the rest of the men’s league crew for a weekend in Tahoe to watch the opening round of the NCAA basketball tournament a couple of years back. Once again there are too many great stories to write them all, but a favorite story from the weekend centers around the hype of Craig’s favorite coffee shop, The Tahoe House. All year I had heard stories at Maya about this mysterious and delicious cup of coffee that was beyond my wildest dreams. Being somewhat of a coffee snob I dismissed these claims and assumed The Tahoe House would be an OK cup of coffee and something I could soon forget about. However, when I walked in for the first time I knew I had found the best cup of coffee in the United States. Drinking that cup of coffee and enjoying a cinnamon knot was even sweeter hanging out with a great friend like Craig. I still take my family to the Tahoe House and it is a tradition that I am proud to carry on. Drinking a cup of coffee at this place will always remind me of my buddy, Craig.
Finally, who could forget the Pitti Christmas party. Family and friends were important to Craig and every year Craig brought everyone over to his place in Novato to celebrate the holidays and to show off his skills on the guitar. The guitar itself is a great metaphor for Craig. Craig did not grow up playing the guitar but later in life realized that it was something he wanted to learn how to do. Instead of making excuses about being too far behind, Craig instead picked up the guitar and started playing. In that respect, you could see that Craig was dedicated to lifelong learning and figuring out how things worked. In the education field this is known as growth mindset and you saw this whenever Pitti took on a challenge. I will always remember the buffalo dip that Craig’s mother Kathleen would make. I would remember to save calories on the day of the Christmas party because of the unique and delicious grub. In addition, I will always remember Kristen Pitti’s positive energy and how much she supported her brother. She would always cheer the loudest after Craig would grace the room with one of his newest Pearl Jam covers.
Thank you for being such a great friend, mentor, and a positive influence on my life Craig. Although you are gone you will never be forgotten. Your service to your school, students, family, friends, and community are a true inspiration. I am forever grateful that you guys brought me into your group and helped me grow into the man I am today. Basketball season will never be the same without you, but I promise we will carry on the lessons that you taught us all. Thank you for being you.
Always your friend,
Alex Chapman
Oh…and what tribute to Craig would be complete without a song from Pearl Jam. (link)