A couple of days ago, the regulars at my Starbucks were talking PokÃ©mon Go. Ever the impulsive rebel, I downloaded it right there and captured my first PokÃ©mon.1If only it had been that easy. I kept tapping the monster thingie and nothing happened except a circle. I had to Google it to learn I had to flick the ball. I think I found the instructions on Forbes. :-D But I wasn’t really hooked.
I looked at it again this evening and learned that tapping on things results in helpful text. I couldn’t talk anyone into playing it with me, so I grabbed my longboard2And helmet — no helmet, no respect. and went in search of PokÃ©stops. On the way, I found a group of “PokÃ©mon trainers” playing PokÃ©mon, too.
Because I looked so clueless,3Not a big act, and what’s sadder than a 50+-year-old, pushing around the neighborhood on his longboard, all alone, trying to play PokÃ©mon Go? they took pity on me and gave me some hints. Yeah, I wouldn’t have known to spin the picture at the PokÃ©stop…
I continued pushing around the neighborhood, collecting more stuff and ran into the same group again. Haha! There were a lot of people out walking with their phones. Everyone waving and smiling like we’re all in the “in-group,” being cool. It reminded me of the early days of FidoNet and Twitter, where we’d do meetups just to see in meatspace those we interacted with in cyberspace. Except with PokÃ©mon Go, we’re already in meatspace.4Yeah, I know–nobody says meatspace anymore. Nobody writes or reads blogs anymore, either, but look at both of us.
After finding more balls and eggs and capturing some pidgies or something, I ran into them yet again. Even though I didn’t look quite as clueless,5Though probably still just as sad, riding around, alone, playing PokÃ©mon, at my age, and now for so long? ;-) they had more hints for me. Turns out there are incubators and candy. Who knew?! Certainly not me.
At the next stop, I found a couple more guys, playing PokÃ©mon. They’d just downloaded it a couple of minutes prior, but, again, with the smiles and the fun conversation. If I’d stuck around much longer, I might have got a bro-hug. I wasn’t going to find out.
Anyway, now at level 3, a little sweaty from pushing, and with an egg in the incubator, I headed home. My family gave me their encouraging smiles6Yup, there goes dad, again? and I headed upstairs to share with all of you…
…And invite you to play. The game, nah, it’s okay. But playing with all the other people, yeah, that’s fun. Like fishing, PokÃ©mon Go is an excuse to get outside and meet some people in the neighborhood you probably wouldn’t meet any other way.
After the events of this week, I’ll take it! :-)
I originally posted this on Facebook.