The first time I ever saw Morro he matched up with David G a couple of times. David handled him the first time they played. The second time they played they agreed to quit even.
The second time they played the obvious difference in the match was that David could not make anything on the break, whereas Morro was making a ball on the break the majority of the time. David was studying Morro's rack intently, but could not find anything visibly wrong with it.
After the second match had ended they got in a little woofing match with David calling Morro out on giving him the slug rack. Chicago, Morro's stakehorse, in a hilarious mixture of shock and anger, yelled at David in his spanglish accent "My man is a professional! He don't need to give bad racks to beat you!" It was truly priceless. We laughed about that for days, wondering in Chicago actually believed what had come out of his own mouth.
Later, or maybe the next day, David was still wondering how Morro was slugging the rack. We finally came to the conclusion that it must have been the fried chicken he was eating. He was rubbing the grease that was on his hands on the rack!
For all of you aspiring rack mechanics out there, a little bit of grease or oil on the balls gets them to stick together. So whenever you see someone run their hands through their greasy hair and then rack, they're trying to put the slug on you!
