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HUSTLERS' HOLIDAY IN THE LIONS' DEN
Tom Fox
December 04, 1961
New York Fats, self-proclaimed greatest pool hustler of them all, battles his peers with cue and quips and action on the side
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December 04, 1961

Hustlers' Holiday In The Lions' Den

New York Fats, self-proclaimed greatest pool hustler of them all, battles his peers with cue and quips and action on the side

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Jones wins the first match. They play again, five out of nine for $1,000.

"They'll break you, Fatty," says Weenie Beenie.

"Sure, they might break me," says Fat Man, "but you re subject to getting broke every time you leave the house."

"You're washed up, Fat Man," says The Squirrel. "If you were intelligent you'd quit."

"I'm the most intelligent man I know," says Fat Man. "The more I hang around with you imbeciles the more I realize I am the most intelligent man I know. I could spot Einstein the 10 ball. I know everything that everybody else knows, and nobody knows what I know."

Fat Man still can't get the good shot and Jones is running out the second match. "Unbelievable, positively unbelievable," says Fat Man, faced with another impossible shot. "In all my life I've never seen anything like it."

On the rail

Fat Man goes over to the basin and washes his hands and face again. There are no towels.

"This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous," he yells. "For three nights I've asked them to get something so I can dry my hands. No napkins, no toilet tissues. You can't dry your hands. It's ridiculous, ridiculous beyond compare."

Jones wins the second match and the stake is $2,000. The Fat Man is playing with wet hands and still not getting the good shot.

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