"What are we in? What are we in?" Coach Chaz Dudley yells at his players on a recent Sunday, reminding them to, for God's sake, play some defense. "'What are we in?' We's in a blowout," booms West 4th Street's announcer, a soft chuckle falling out of his bullhorn. As if the fans, who are from around the world, care who wins. Their fingers are locked into the chain-link fence that surrounds the venerable basketball court so they can get a front-row view of America's street game. They're not clinging to the fence to watch defense. If they hang on long enough, they might pick up a vibration from a... More >>>