The beautiful game ended. Then came the rest of their lives. The Hardest Game, and the Lives That Came After. Sixty basketball players, and the fifty years that came after the last game. The men who owned Sunday, and the lives they walked into once the noise stopped. The faces that came into our houses every afternoon, and where the afternoon took them. The people who played the videos, and what happened after the channel stopped playing them. The people who became famous for being themselves, and what being themselves cost. The songs that never left us, and the people who made them. They came into the room where we ate dinner, at the same hour every week. Here is where they went. Not who they used to be. Who they became. The giants of the squared circle, and the bodies they gave to a strange and beautiful line of work. A face on every marquee for a few years, then a trivia question. This is the rest of the story.