Maybe they learn it jaywalking across traffic, or in the subway, where a fleet foot and a sharp elbow mean a rush-hour seat. Wherever they pick it up, New Yorkers nourish an abiding admiration for the man who gets there in a hurry. The hustler is their hero, so every winter they set aside certain Saturday nights to cheer the hustlers in the great indoor track meets at Madison Square Garden.
There is always an extra fillip for indoor fans, because on the Garden oval the old adage changes, and a good little man is...
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