Doors opened, and people came out. Tall, thin kids who bounced the ball off their heads and kept it in the air like a hacky sack. They sprinted from one side of the street to the other without losing breath. They passed the ball, and joined both teams. The teams were never decided upon, and seemed to change constantly, by whoever felt an affinity to whoever had the ball.
Massive twenty-somethings with dreadlocks or short buzzed heads stepped outside their houses, and ran into the street. Once someone touched pavement they entered the game. They ran up the street deking the twelve year olds swarming by their waists. When they scored, they’d pass to one of the kids.
The growing stream of adults brought more and more people into the street. Whichever team had taller, more experienced players, got less new players, until the other team did, and then they’d get the newcomers again. Throngs of kids chased the ball without strategy, everything focused on one kick of the ball.