The park of my adulthood. I play basketball here a couple times per week, although that might get put on hiatus since the temperature has recently moved into "um, no" territory. The hoops have the bounciest rims ever in life, but you learn to deal. On a Sunday night, the crowd is the strangest ethnic mix, from Mexican to Irish to Arab to Italian to people like me, somewhere in between. I can't say much for the talent. A lot of guys play like their girlfriends are watching, shooting every time they touch the ball. It's still good fun.
The Saturday farmer's market here is pretty cool, too. I can score a bag of banana chips for a dollar! It's my weekly vice.