They might not notice us, but we're out there. In the dead of winter, or on a humid summer night.
Because we have to. It's an itch we need to scratch. We're in the schoolyards, streets, gymnasiums, domes - wherever - and we're playing till they turn the lights out.
Every two years, they'll shine a light in our direction and that's cool - but know that we don't go away.
We are the city's hidden pulse.