If you’ve grown up in a city in the northeast, you remember what it’s like. Playing with someone else’s ball that’s worn so bad, strings are coming out of it. It’s cold out and you’re wearing a t-shirt and then someone lets a pass slip through their fingers. Now you have to wipe the yellow dog piss snow, or something a lot worse off the ball and you look for some newspaper. Fingers numb, starving, throat dry from no water fountains, you keep playing till all you have are those old greenish streetlights, barely making it possible, for you to know if you’ve hit your last jump shot…
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Black and White Street Photographs of New York City by Matt Weber 
And your shot reveals the thing that bugged me the most… Shredded nets! I can only remember one court that almost always had decent nets, 6th ave. between 3rd and 4th. And that was because the guys that played the court were so serious about the game they brought their own nets. Great shot! You also managed to include the old stickball strike box into the frame.
You have a good eye for details!