The felt on Mark Wilson's pool tables is as flawless as the greens at Augusta National. Every afternoon, when the Billiard Bullpen slowly comes to life, Wilson places the balls into a machine that opens like a submarine hatch and spins them as shiny as supermarket apples. The pool hall is as immaculate as its owner's clean-shaven face. And the coffee, the hardest drink available, is as good as it gets, made with freshly roasted beans and... More >>>
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By Jennifer Silverberg
Justin Bergman has been playing for cash since he was
thirteen: "A lot of people think they can play," he says.
"That's what's good. And a lot of them can't."