There was still a chill in the air and dawn was near….when we decided to put a end to the Indeterminate Pub Crawl because, damnit, I had to set trail in a few hours!
A few hours later there was still a chill in the air but the sun was visible. Fueled by bagels, our friend alcohol, and a $0 hash cash the pack came together at Hunt Park. A pre-trail highlight was Capt.Underpants deciding that staying upright was too much effort and barrel rolled down the hill to the start, losing his wallet and rolling through a pile of dog crap in the process.
Hashers present at the start included Capt Underpants and Betty Cocker from Bay City, uNalicker and her son Just Something from Sin City, St Dickless (of the Ohio branch of Dickless hashers), Goofy Fucker and one more from the wilds outside Toledo. Representing MoA2H3 we had Sex and Ate, No Pussy for You and Mother Inferior. The Hare was Whip It Out with guest hares Brown and Runny from CowTown and Serving Seaman from somewhere in Kentucky, north of Big Bone Lick.
Chalk talk was talked and the hares took off at a slightly more than leisurely pace. Brunny was hampered by the two-gallons of Fat Boy he decided we needed on trail, just in case. Trail want in all the usual directions and we felt pretty safe by including a ‘how can you resist” detour through Conor O’Neill’s. Apparently if you are buying drinks they were willing to overlook the now slightly less than two gallons of Fat Boy we had with us.
We continued up Main St with a variety of devious markings. We were almost to the Beer Check/On In at Allmendinger Park when we looked up the see that the pack had somehow passed us and were now a half block ahead of the hares. A BN was quickly drawn and we were safe for the moment.
Circle was presided over by the venerable Sex and Ate. There was much rejoicing, with many down-downs, accusations and even the singing of songs.
As kick-off neared we adjourned circle and decided to go to the golf course. As we were leaving a young man in full Maize and Blue came running past us trying to get to the game. Seaman, resplendent in her Red and Grey, took off at a full sprint and in less than 50 yards, making what can only be described as an illegal hit to a defenseless player, brought him down from behind. Oddly enough we all continued to the golf course without arrested, where we made new friends and only got kicked out of one tailgate.
We ended up moving to Wolverine Brewing to watch the end of the game where we at least had good beer, food and company to console (most of) us. Better luck next year!

OnOn,

Whip