When I sat through my first personal training class Greg was there. It was back in 1991 I think? I had no idea who he was, but he did have some big arms. He sat there eating hard boiled eggs that stunk up the entire room on break. He looked really old for a guy of his age at that time. My friend who was also in the class told me who he was. He wasn't very friendly at all.
A couple of years later he came over to the Cherry Hill Golds Gym in which I was the night time head trainer at the time and started prepping for the Master's O. He had a gym at one point in which he sold discounted paid in full memberships right up until the night before the bank and landlord locked his front doors. He took quite a few folks money and is real lucky he didn't get his ass beat. Another friend worked the front desk at Greg's gym and went weeks without getting paid. He got wind of what was about to happen and had "blue light" special on anything that he could carry out of the joint.
His training was kind of sloppy as far as technique and form goes. He did look like Rocky a little in person. More so in his younger days from certain angles. Later he reminded more of a juiced up Mel the cook from the 70's sitcom Alice. He had a side-kick that trained with him that was really a nice, but really lost guy. He had zero genetics and his training was even worse than Greg's, plus he was already old and still hadn't competed in anything yet. Greg milked him for all kinds of drugs and keep promising him that after he won the Master's O. that he would get him all set up with Uncle Joe Weider. Well, that never happened and the guy was heart broken and just gave the hell up and we never saw him again.
My workout partner at the time and I went to the 94 Mr. O and Master's O. We had a great time but wandered what happened to Greg as we also attended the pre-judging? They never really said, but they did let him guest pose that night. He didn't look very good at all. Especially with the likes of Robby and Lou. Well, a week later back at the Golds Gym in Cherry Hill, NJ things got really strange. Greg was telling everyone that he placed 3rd right behind big Lou. Me and my buddy couldn't stop laughing. What an ass.
My friend then bought the gym and had to throw the loser out as he was violating a restraining order from his soon to be ex-wife, which was a state trooper. I remember showing him the door........
