He ended up staying the entire summer, becoming part of the players’ lives, and eventually the coach of a loose aggregation known as the Subway Stars. Telander tells of everything he saw: the on-court flash, the off-court jargon, the late-night graffiti raids, the tireless efforts of one promoter-hustler-benefactor to get these kids a chance at a college education. He lets the kids speak for themselves, revealing their grand dreams and ambitions, but he never flinches from showing us how far their dreams are from reality. The roots of today’s inner-city basketball can be traced to the world Telander presents in Heaven Is a Playground, the first book of its kind.

    We see Bradley and his fellow Knicks as they withstand the abuse of the press and the smothering adoration of their fans, along with the shameless appeals of those who want to parlay their celebrity into a fast buck. We watch in horror as Earl Monroe is beaten outside Madison Square Garden barely an hour after twenty thousand people cheered him. And we come to understand the euphoria and exhaustion, the icy concentration and intense pressure, that are felt only by those who play basketball for keeps.

    No superlatives are equal to the Boston Celtics of the 1960s. From 1959 to 1966 they won championship after championship, an eight-in-a-row streak that outshines any other in American sports. Led by coach Red Auerbach, center Bill Russell, and point guard Bob Cousy, they played a kind of basketball that seemed to come from an earlier era. Auerbach’s Celtics played clean, honest, and strong, winning time and again by working as a team in a sport that is too often dominated by superstars. This book is a season-by-season history of their dynasty, covering thirteen years of breathtaking success—a level of brilliance that may never be reached again.