My memory (defective as it may be).
I was back in my hometown of Hicksville, NY, which I vigorously ran away from when I was 17. I wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Cisero. One of my high school acquaintances came up to me and asked, "Who's the n*****, Gino?"
This is 1964; I'm living in the Village and way ahead of the social curve, etc. I'm so furious that I make the stupidest bet I ever made in my life, before or since. I bet the yahoo $20-Lyndon Johnson dollars- that Cattrano doesn't get to the table after the break. Even money.
Cisero wins the lag; Cattrano breaks; Cisero runs out and keeps it up until 225.
That's my Cisero story.