(Aka How to meet friends playing soccer)
I have always been interested in any kind of technology, from the portable social life destroyers, to magazines and reviews. I love to watch a new product unboxing or a keynote, in fact I do own more electronic crap than I can count, and I really mean almost everything, Gameboys, mp3 players, I think I may have even a couple of Tamagochi somewhere. The fact is that to be up to date with this stuff, and I can ensure you this is pretty hard for somebody who has something to do in his life, I read a lot of magazines, blog and reports. This summer while I was on my toilet, which from now on will be called “the Studio”, I read about Fubles.
Fubles is a social platform, so damn old story, that permits you to find other people next to you with your same interests. Pretty easy, but more: it can show you the closest soccer fields in your area, who is playing and the location and price of the fields. In Rome, I would never use an app like that, I have real friends, people that I call when I want to play and fields I fight with for 15 extra minutes. But in New York this ain’t easy, as I didn’t know pretty nobody, and I usually play 3-4 times a week so I was feeling a little bit in the mood for a soccer game.
At home alone I remembered about this application, and of the site that came before the app, and I started building my profile. I said, let me try, maybe there is somebody playing: actually, now I know that Fubles was expanding in New York, which was still a little community, but they had a couple of games on. And in one of them I recognized a couple of Italian surnames (it’s not that hard for an Italian, but you always wonder if they are real Italians or Jersey Shore scumbags). I trusted them and signed up, the next day I gifted Niketown 80 bucks for shoes, pants and socks and I was in Roosevelt Island, or, as I like to call it, Raccoon City.
Not raccoon, but Raccoon, the Resident Evil city. I had this feel climbing up my spine when I went out of the subway: no people around me, below a bridge, fog, a construction site that appeared to be there from Jesus Christ’s age. By the way I used my phone to find a way to the sportspark near the subway station and I got there almost one hour before. In New York, I never get subways’ schedules right, when I am late trains hide behind the corner and make fun of me, when I leave my place wisely, they are there waiting for me (and fast as hell).
In the end the match was nice, the site has even marks for the players in order to organize match online with people with your same skills and lets you pay online to trace back who paid and who didn’t. Piece of cake. I always wanted to say piece of cake. I recommend the site, use it if you don’t have 9 friends that like soccer and can play. And from now on let’s say football, not soccer, this is terrible, even more than the feet for distance, the Fahrenheit for the degrees and the teaspoons for food.

(I didn’t know Americans had these soccer fields. Actually, I didn’t know Americans had soccer at all)










