I believe what may cheer Grady more in this thread would be if we could share some of our own interactions with Grady, those of us who are fortunate enough to meet and know him. He sure is a character, I tell you.
The first time I met Grady, I was "on the road" in Tampa, Florida, at what was then the oldest pool room on the East Coast, Baker's.
I was with a hot-tempered Italian action player named Geese who had just lost every dime in his pocket playing a ring game of 9-ball on a snooker table. At the beginning of the ring game, I could see the writing on the wall when Geese didn't get to shoot for about 6 games but had to keep paying the winner 50 bucks. It was brutal. :embarrassed2:
I was a consumer of fine spirits back then, and I spotted a tavern catty-corner to the pool room, across the street. I moseyed on over there and wolfed down a couple brewskies to settle my nerves.
When Geese lost in anything, the only way to put it is that, well, he is most definitely *not* a gracious loser. He's also a superstitious gambler, and with his sparkling personality exhibited in defeat, I was worried what the evening might bring. Sitting in the bar, I had one eye on the front door of Baker's across the street, fearing I was going to get left. I had visions of a long Greyhound bus ride back home to D.C., after, of course, I had my mother wire me some cheese via Western Union first. Oh, man, did I ever dread that phone call, but I had less that 10 bucks in my pocket at this juncture.
Sure enough, I see Geese storming out the front door of Baker's, so I ran across the street. I knew by the expression on his face, he went broke. I sheepishly asked, "So how'd it go?" even though I knew the answer. His cue stick was broke down to two pieces, and he raised it up in the air like a strongman lifting a barbell and then SLAMMED it down on the sidewalk. He had steam coming out of his ears, and the veins on his neck popped out like a frill-necked lizard. I didn't know what was going to happen next and feared calling my mother to wire me some dough, knowing how much she despised this pool lifestyle I was living. :angry:
Lo and behold, like an angel of mercy, here comes this handsome tall man around the corner by the name of Grady Mathews. I had never met him before, didn't know who he was even, but he knew Geese and saw Geese slam his cue to the ground. Grady picked up Geese's cue, dusted it off, and handed it to him, stating, "What's wrong, man? What can I do to help? You shouldn't do that to your cue, Geese." Grady obviously recognized the busted-and-disgusted demeanor of Geese, and as far as I was concerned, he was a Knight in Shining Armor coming to my rescue, even though at that time, I was a little green and didn't know who Grady Mathews was from Adam or Eve. :grin:
Grady didn't bother going inside the pool room. Instead, he wanted to take Geese and me to dinner, his treat. I will never forget it. Interestingly, Grady was driving a silver Cadillac with the points on the tail lights, and he had a baby pitbull in the back seat. He was quite an interesting character. We all enjoyed a fabulous dinner, which tempered Geese's mood, and to this day, I think Grady saved me a long bus ride back home.
If I didn't say it before, I'll say it now. Thank you, Grady Mathews, for coming to my rescue!
