the next guy
Superstar
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/12/s...w-york-through-pickup-basketball.html?_r=1&hp
Nice story if you have time.
I moved to New York City on a lark. No job, no girlfriend, just a healthy dose of big-city wanderlust and a curiosity about the citys mythical ownership of pickup basketball. Were its legendary courts just New York hype? Also, as someone who imagines himself a baller, would my skills stand up in the street?
This impromptu adventure did not thrill my parents, but, I figured, what better way to explore the spirit of one of the Western worlds most condensed cities than through sports, the great assimilator? I am convinced that some of the citys truths, if not all of them, are boiled down on its basketball blacktops.
I left Sarasota, Fla., my air-conditioned hometown, for a first-floor sublet in Bushwick, Brooklyn I know, insert hipster joke here to seek out the parks and playgrounds of New York City. Here is my report, a little stream of consciousness, a little underreported, full of a bunch of first names and first impressions.
All of it, despite the bruises to my body and ego, is offered with true appreciation and a fast-developing affection.
Nice story if you have time.