In the early 2000s, Keith attended a tournament in Las Vegas. I did not go because of work. Well, Keith got lost, and when I say lost, he went off the radar, MIA. I soon because very depressed, so depressed that I could not eat.
Randi, Grady's wife, called me a few times to check on me, and she knew how sad I was, though I tried to put on a brave front like I was going to survive sans Keith.
She told Grady about Keith going MIA in Vegas, and I'm not sure how Grady knew how to find Keith, but he sure did locate him that same day. He talked to him, letting him know he was going to lose a "good girl." Keith called me up that same day.
I guess the reason why I will never forget Grady is not because of his pool-playing capabilities and strengths, but because he cared enough about me and my aching heart one day, so much so that he decided to intervene. I also think he knew Keith might have been engaging in some unsavory happenings in Vegas. For this reason, I will always love Grady Mathews. He was instrumental, I guess you could say, in my life. :smile:
RIP, Professor. I hope to see you in the celestial pool room.
Here's a cute shot at the 2002 US Open 9-Ball Championship, from left to right, AzB's HousePro, Grady, Randi, me, and Keith.