When I watched the table-tennis matches in Marty Supreme, I flashed back to one of my own epic battles with Marty Reisman, the man who inspired the movie. It was the early 2000s, and we were on opposite sides of a Ping-Pong table in the basement of a Manhattan apartment building. I befriended Marty Reisman when I was working as an editor at this very magazine, Esquire. Because the only thing that Marty Reisman loved as much as table tennis was furthering the legend of Marty Reisman. I miss the days when hucksters and hustlers were harmless fun, and I miss Marty Reisman.