I used to come down to Onondaga Park a lot to walk. Frequently, I would watch the guys play basketball. There was always a lot of talking and laughing and changing the rules and making up rules and showcasing that went along with the game. It was just a joyous time; a fun time. A lot of people with different lifestyles and life stories came together and played ball, leaving all their differences behind.
I wanted to throw some light on an event not seen by the majority of Syracusans. Normally, African Americans were the primary players. The glory hoops -- you know, a lot of kids dream of playing professional sports. Their dreams may never become a reality. So these are their glory times, and this is their stage.
Fenced in glory hoops
leap in air toward heaven
endless chatter scores
