Thanks, Ironman. You are not butting in, at all. I appreciate your candid thoughts, especially since they are empirically based on first hand observation.
I obviously know that they played two different kinds of games. Greg would get out of line on occasion, but fire at a ball if he could see it, while David played (still plays) insanely sick position because of his ability (perhaps tied to his comprehensive knowledge of 3 cushion billiards) to move his ball around the table and leave himself with easier shots. The contrast in styles, notwithstanding Greg's speed addiction, makes the question even more interesting.
Like I said, David Matlock is the best player I have ever personally seen over the long haul. There have been many, many great players with uber talent, but David (The Rifleman, too) has always had the uncanny ability to make the game appear so damn easy. Coming from Wichita, though, the legend of "Big Train" has always been compelling.
I was pretty young when I met Greg and we ran around mostly Denver and a few spots near by.
In those days matches just went longer, 24 hour sets were pretty common.
One night Greg got into a game with Dick Henry from Colorado Spgs and Andy De Jesus was staking him. Andy was known to pack pretty good, so we got excited. The game though turned out to be $80.00 1 pocket.
This turned out to be the ugliest game ever played. BOth are complete lunatics and every time one comes to the table it is just lock and load and here we go. Dick is wearing bibs with flip flops and Greg has on plaeated slacks, a white shirt, and about size 14 wing tip shoes.
Greg, comes over an whispers, "he ain't wearing nothing under them bibs"!
"Greg, I don't care" I said.
"No really he ain't wearing nothing under there, look when he bends over to shoot" Says Greg!
i say, "Greg, I don't want to look"!
Well, it rattled Greg and Dick won like 6 games in a row. Then Greg starts complaining about being tired.
This hippy type walks in and Greg sends me to talk to the guy. The guy hands me a plastic bag and little did I know it was 100 of the little white crosses. The guy demands $15.00 and I pay him. He turns and walks out the door.
Greg grabs me by the arm and drags me in the bathroom and I hand over the goods. he opens the bag and pours a mouth full down his throat and I mean a mouth full. He told me what they were and having never tried it, I took one and in about 30 minutes my hair was growing fast.
I looked at Greg and he had definitely picked up the pace. I would have sworn I could see sparks on the guy. he began running 8 and outs like water through a funnel.
Finally Andy announced, that's it and Dick went nuts as I thin we won about 12 games and by now it was like 9 AM. Dick crawled out of those Bibs and walked out onto Santa Fe Drive, butt assed naked and stood under the traffic light. He just stood there.
Andy told me to go get him and I said,"hell no, I ain't going near no naked psycho!!"
Well the cops showed up and called an ambulance and they put a white jacket on him and I didn't hear his name for several months.
ANdy borrowed $20 and drove to the Springs and Greg was still practicing and wanted to go hit some bars at 10 AM.
That little episode darn near made me give up pool altogether.
I bet Grady would remember this one!
Oh, to let some know how much Greg Liked the whites, I counted them and he had taken 32 of them. This is back when they were the real deal!