The idea seemed simple enough…meet for a trail to celebrate The Game between Ohio State and Michigan. Problems include: 1.) Hashers 2.) Beer 3.) A 7am trail 4.) All of the above
Like all good hashers, the D is good and proper. 7am seemed like a good time to start trail, why not, we are professionals in our chosen line of work (that’d be drinking, fyi). That should be early enough to beat traffic and prelube and gather everyone together, right?
We were told to gather at the venerable Bier Stube to welcome our out of town visitors. This is a good summary of the place. At 7am.
And bless the hearts of the Michigan folks that showed up, they were there before any of us and were relegated to the back of the
bus bar, but had the beer flowing.
Gather up, run trail, drink beer. Seems simple, right? Except this being Renegade, the hares were nowhere to be found. And when they were located, didn’t know where they were going. Or anything else, for that matter. Par for the course, really. Once we figured out a thing, chalk talk was held and trail was off!
First beer near was in the parking lot of the bar and got us chased off by a bartender worried about his liquor license…such a prude. Fortunately a random hasher (ahem) and his sidekick had hot chocolate and some tasty condiments a few blocks away.
Live trail was laid to the warm beverages, then it all went to hell. The hares took off, but the pack didn’t bother to wait, so checks were useless.
On-on to campus itself, where the white stuff being tossed was once again looked upon with happiness and glee
Then a hare decided to buy tickets to the game, so things really went downhill. We actually managed to follow trail after singing about Jesus, and made it to the on-in, where the crowd erupted and four F-16s flew over circle.
Your turn, MoA2H3. You can’t fuck it up worse than this.