STORY TIME ⬇️ When I first moved to New York, I knew no one but my aunt and cousin whose couch I was crashing on in East Village. Every day I got out of work, I would go to the courts. Tompkins Square Park was just a couple blocks from my aunt’s place and I’d find myself there for hours. Playing pick up quickly became my social outlet. I ventured out of my neighborhood to other courts - Brooklyn Bridge Pier, West 4th, Rucker, Dyckman, Goat Park, Hudson River Park, Sarah D Roosevelt Park… so many different walks of life and abilities… always a high percent chance of smack talk and “let’s shoot for it” which led to an unnecessary delay of game 🤣 Basketball is an ice breaker. Just holding a ball on the subway starts countless conversations with total strangers. As I’ve moved throughout the city to Washington Heights, Harlem, Brooklyn, and even commuted in from New Jersey, meeting the courts and communities that are part of them has made the city feel more like home. I get amped up ...