第52街,距离麦迪逊广场花园1548公里,一名曾经被叫做“糖粉”的男人正在屋子里观看一场篮球赛的录像。“他们——他们准备叫一个暂停——哦,看啊,快看!”迈克尔·雷·理查德森,这位56岁的祖父慵懒地躺在家庭办公室的地毯上,像个熟睡的孩子。当他激动的时候,时常会有一些口吃。他打着拍子,一下、两下,电视里裁判先吹响了哨子,然后判了一次犯规。他暂停了视频,用肘部支撑起了身子,从我的角度来看,他布满皱纹的脸上堆满了苦涩的微笑。“我告诉过你。”他说。 52nd Street, 1548 km from Madison Square Garden, where a man once called “Sugar Powder” is watching a video of a basketball game. “They - they’re ready to call a pause - oh, look, look!” Michael Ray Richardson, the 56-year-old grandfather lazily lays on the carpet in his home office, Sleeping child. When he is excited, he often has some stuttering. He beats the beat, look, look, twice, the referee on the television blew the whistle, and sentenced a foul. He paused the video and held up with elbow support, from my point of view his wrinkled face was covered with a bitter smile. “I told you. ” He said.