There is such a sense of community here. Though naturally an individualist sport, everyone roots for one another's performance, yet bring there A game to one up in the next breath. High fives, fist bumps and hoots can be heard from all corners.
Surrounding it is a river front pathway. Kites dot the sky, couples walk hand in hand and bikes pedal on by. You can even see a father and son playing catch. This sight brings back memories of Lake Chalane with my pops - needless to say, my nose has fully recovered from our game of catch.
If you take the time to look upwards you may even spot a pair of shoes dangling from a light pole. Ahhhh, what a memory from back home. Though at my last school this was used to represent a gang affiliated household; here I'd beg to differ.
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