By Abby Gray, ‘18 and McDaniel Hartranft, ‘17

During the last few weeks of summer, the new app “Pokémon Go” became a widespread phenomenon. Mobs of people swarmed public places such as Central Park and even ran into the ocean when a rare Pokémon appeared. 

This summer, all ages, races, people, animals and even Barack Obama himself were not ready for what was about to happen to our nation. People like myself were unequipped for the mass grouping of pale 45-year-old men in public places, the riots of children in parks on razor scooters that were coated in garage dust and three words that could make a baby wish they were born in a different generation: Catch. Them. All. The widespread popularity of a game where you catch animals that look like they were dropped in acid began. 

Restaurants and other businesses profited from “Pokémon Go”-ers visiting to catch a Charmander or Clefairy by requiring them to purchase something in order to catch the Pokémon, while other businesses gave discounts to people on specific teams. The app brought a sense of community between fellow Pokémon trainers; children set up stands where they gave out free water and night lights. 

“Pokémon Go” lured criminals and gave them the technology to get people to walk right into their laps. It’s “game over” when you are mugged and are put into a dangerous situations. 

The app got gamers who typically sat in front of a screen indoors, out exercising and exploring the world around them. 

Whether you are level 1 and have an extensive collection of Pidgeys and Rattatas, or have caught 5 Pikachu, this game is amusing and entertaining for people of all ages, and anyways — how could you just sit around when there are rare Pokémon waiting to be caught. Catch ‘em all! 

The reason people get outside should not be to look at their phones. Guys, let’s catch memories, not Pokémon.