Gregg Gaynor was one of my best friends who passed away the morning of June 21 — gone but never forgotten.
His love and devotion for his beautiful daughter was the shining diamond in his life. We became friends in 1987 when he was a lifeguard down at Pearl Street. By 1994, he was one of my best friends, and the only guy I could seemingly never beat in tennis, until one day I got him in two straight sets. Boy, did I celebrate and rub it in.
But that's how we were. First friends, then best friends and then like two competitive brothers, always verbally sparring with one another, inseparable.