I grew up with Gregg and his older brother. We played ball together or against each other (mostly on the same teams) since I was 13 till college came. He was drafted with a big send off. High, high hopes. He was going to be the next Keith Hernandez. (Same area/summer league team/coaches.) I remember during a strike in the early 80's Keith came to take BP with us kids. (Keith's dad was our "part time" coach.) And our jaws dropped as Keith walked down to the field with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, hung over like hound dog.The first guy to grab a glove and ask him to warm up with him was Gregg. (He was the youngest on the team, too.) We were all too intimidated and just scattered around the outfield to shag.
Now, that was a sight I'll never forget. 13-year-old Gregg Jefferies warming up with Keith Hernandez like it was meant to be.
(By the way, Keith is an amazing hitter. Textbook. Even with a cig in his mouth, reeking of beer.)
Gregg's dad was criticized for being a stage mom. He was my coach, the most competitive man I ever known, and he was tough as nails. One of the few people in life I have ever been afraid of. Even when I see him these days I get scared like he's going to call me down the third base line to the coach's box and yell at me for dumping the bunt signal.
Let me say, if I had Gregg's father I would have played pro ball, easily. Gregg was groomed at a young age. (And the workout regimes are true. BP with the lights off, swinging in a pool, etc.) The thing that killed Gregg was maturity. (Don't underestimate it.) I told him (my parents even told him) he should go to college and play there before getting drafted. It so would have helped him as a person, a player, a man. (Look at Jack del Rio, same opportunities, went to college.) Gregg thought about USC, but the money, fame (he did nail Cindy Crawford), excitement, expectations are hard to pass up at that age.
He had some family weight, yes. An older brother who wasn't going to make it and was just a totally different personality. (I always liked him more and felt sorry for him. He was older by a couple years and basically one of those permanently "checked out" guys. I think he had to be with what he was witnessing with Gregg.) A father, mother, and grandparents who did want it for him, and did follow him around through the minors in a motor home from town to town. He had the "support system" that should have made everything okay. It's just that growing up is hard. (He was drafted at 17, NY Mets at 19.) His girlfriend at the time (at home) was a complete idiot (the kind you grab at 17) who had no dreams or goals but to spend Gregg's money. (She was cut loose and then tried to sue...no class.)
But it was the timing, the maturity, and Gregg himself that did it. Gregsg was never the funniest, most charming, he was a nice guy at times, but that felt put on, it wasn't organic, he wasn't organic. Gregg was manufactured, arrogant. Maybe for a reason, real or perceived. I never saw him out of control, or drunk. I admired that as a teenager, but question it now.
One time after going 0-4 his father told him to go out and have a few beers with the team and loosen up. (It was 16-18 league, we had fake Id's.) Gregg wouldn't go out. He had an agenda from the day he was born. It was dictated to him (and his bro). And it evolved into dugout (later to be called Clubhouse) poison. Just a bad vibe you can't hide with a pat on a back-up players rump. A mistake on the field by a teammate somehow made HIM look bad. And he let it show. (You should never let it show.) That's how he saw things, was trained to see things. (And by the way, he made 3 errors in the last inning to lose his High School championship game. But, I'm sure he looked at it as "Thank God I was at short or the other guy would have made 4.")
The reason Gregg didn't become a Tom Brady (same High School, same type of father, same abilities, same work ethic, same brains) was because Gregg was never allowed to mature and "become." Greg always just ... was. Tom didn't start in High School, College, the pros (at the start), but worked his ass off and took advantage of every opportunity he got. He waited his turn, then turned the world on. Not just as an athlete, but as a man.
Gregg was never taught to wait his turn, be part of a team, believe in himself enough to allow tomorrow to come. It had to happen today. And because of that, he never learned to struggle/fail/evolve/become. Didn't know how to deal. That's what led to the desperate (fatherly crafted) radio/letter he read asking for support from his teammates and NY in general. How pathetic? That's something you don't even get away with on a High School team, much less the Mets. Respect/support/understanding is something you can't ask for or tell people you deserve. You have to earn it. Do your job to the best of your ability and support your teammates. He was too young/immature/ignorant to understand that. He didn't know who he was or where he was. (You're not in Kansas anymore, Greg!!!). And it hurt him bad.
From home it was like watching the shuttle explode. That was it. His marginal success in later years as a journeyman will always be overshadowed by his lack of class in New York.
If you look back and study Mickey Mantle, he went through a very similar start in NY. They booed the hell out of him. So, he packed his bags to quit one day. His father helped him and said, "You're right, you're not ready to play big league ball." Then Mickey stopped him and unpacked them and got back to work. Mickey persevered and became what he was. Why? He matured. Mickey became a big-league ballplayer. Gregg was never Big League. Gregg was never a pro. Gregg was a talent. Just a talented kid in over his head most of time. The only mature thing he ever did was retire young, with a 3-million-dollar deal on the table, and try to salvage his marriage.
That was a let down as well. They divorced, she cleaned him out well. The last time I saw Gregg was years ago. He had just got married. I asked who was his best man? (Many names from home flew through my mind, as well as teammates, his brother...) The best man in his wedding was the friend with a financial percentage. His agent. I walked away thinking how that made perfect sense. That's someone Gregg can definitely trust to be on his side.