Streetball I

Growing up, we had one TV in my house, and I was only allowed to watch it for 2 hours a week. Yes, I said per week. One of those hours was on Friday night – the first hour of TGIF. You can imagine then my anger when one Friday night my father informed me that I would not be able to watch TGIF because he was going to watch the Knicks game. “You want me to miss half my weekly allotted TV time for basketball? WHAT???” With nothing else to do, I watched the game under protest. I had never actually watched a basketball game before this night. My furious sulking slowly turned to intrigue.

Thus started my love of basketball and my obsession with the Knicks. I was in sixth grade.

All these years later, the Knicks suck and I haven’t had much to cheer for, but I still heart the game. I was delighted, then, when a friend brought me to a local Philly park where daily pickup games are played. Streetball. The boys play after school, and they are replaced by the men who come after work. There is something exhilarating about watching people play this most raw version of the game, purely for the competition, the passion, the bragging rights.

This is my first foray into sports photography. Comments, as always, are appreciated.

Boy first. Men to follow.



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