Twenty years after his groundbreaking books on summer hoops, author Rick Telander returned to New York to check out the state of the city game:

It’s always somebody. Once it was Herman the Helicopter. For a time it was the Hawk. Then it was the Goat. Then the Destroyer. When I first walked into the bubbling cauldron of New York City summer hoops almost a quarter century ago, gathering material for a book that would be called Heaven Is a Playground, it was the Fly. James (Fly) Williams, street player supreme. Six-foot-five, bowlegged, skinny as a rope. Missing a lot of teeth. Could do it.