|A wild Rapidash, right at my dressy feet|
In addition to a Pinsir (CP335) and a Rapidash (CP296) in the nearby vicinity, it turns out my neighborhood synagogue (The Actor's Temple on 47th street) is also a Pokémon Gym.
I quickly enter, begin the battle, and for the first time, this chosen one was the victor, taking the formerly Victor status for team Mystic. In other words, I went Nintendo equivalent of Judah Maccabee.
So there I am in my moment of glory when this manic early-twenties girl comes up to me franticly. "Are you playing Pokémon right now? Somebody just took my gym and now I'm afraid to leave here."
|Go for God, stay for the Pikachu.|
I explained I was pretty new to the game, and actually got some good tips from her after she realized I had only beaten one of the lower levels.
"You know that's my Temple actually," I explained. "We should charge money during the afternoon and give people a place to battle Pokémon inside."
"That's a really Jewish thing to say," she quickly pointed out.