I spotted this lonely little guy dropped between the stoops of Greenlight Bookstore and the coffee shop, Greene Grape Annex along Fulton Street in Fort Greene. Did someone pull it from their pocket and drop it there, along with the napkin they had just used to blow their nose?
No one does this to baseballs. Or hockey pucks. Or footballs. I'd be hard pressed to find an abandoned basketball here. But people feel just fine about abandoning what looks to be a perfectly good tennis ball. Tennis Hate. It's universal.