Over the Top

O.K. prior to the start of the Post Thanksgiving hash, seeing the long line for the men's room at the tire company at the Picket St. shopping center at the for the only purpose of trying out the rotating toilet seat that looked like a tire may give you a realistic view of hashers in general and of our hash in particular but it was only the second or third best part of this hash. First of all - mismanagement went "over the top" in organizing and paying an incredible price in time and effort in setting an extraordinary table - Ham, a couple of turkeys and lots of other stuff continued the proud tradition of MVH3. Also worthy of praise was the support provided by the hash in general with some really exceptional dishes and my two bags of Doritoes, but I get ahead of myself.

The "BYTE'S A HO" routine went about as expected, except that all kinds of hashers both known and new kept coming up to the gaggle with various dishes to contribute to the down-down. Extraordinary!

We headed down South Picket St. and then doubled back on ourselves behind a storefront industrial park and met the first of many fences that required us to go 'over the top.' This one was memorable because PITSTOP got stuck halfway over and despite crys of "Leave her there to rot," from the back of the pack some hashers helped her out. While waiting out this delay I had the opportunity to be noble and help the aforementioned PITSTOP or to double back and go around the fence. I doubled back. This put me about in the middle of the pack when I got back on trail, in front of the second half of the pack and steadily losing ground on the back of the front half.

I stayed there until we got to Yokum Parkway, which is all of two blocks long, and since I had run this area every workday for five years I knew the options available to the hares.

I tried to lead the last half of the pack on a series of little short cuts first by example - in my view by playing the "heroic leader" and scaling yet another fence at the top of a hill in one smooth fluid motion. I found out later that the view from the back of the pack, rather than "heroic leader," was more like "least common denominator" as stated by BAVARIAN BUSH, "Hey, if STAINED can fumble and scramble his way over that fence, anybody can." Oh well.

Strangely enough during my series of short cuts the more I was proved right, everyone worked, the less the back of the pack was willing to follow, a bad reputation is a terrible thing.

We ran through a couple of parking lots then down Duke St. to a cross street then into the housing developement and the great DOWN-DOWN. The hares had done a good job of getting about the most out of this area that you can while keeping the run relatively short. Relatively short except for the two virgins who got the signs a little mixed up and did the whole trail twice, but both said they really enjoyed it and would come back again, thus showing true hash potential.

The Circle

The Hares: Poop Deck, White Lightning, Steamer

Anniversaries: Cheap Slut (355), Slick Slit (195), Cunning Runt (150), No Class (75), Hollow Point (69), See Dick Run (25), Goofy (5)

Virgins: Cheryl Smith, Jen Gardner, Karin Starr, Private Parts

Visitors: Well Hung (White House)

Returners: Eat It Raw, Julie Pearl, Rambo the Love Commando, Mark Kimmitt, and Goofy

Violations:

LSI: Barney, White Lightning, Poop Deck

Couldn't Find His Name on the Active List: Hawaiian Puke

Birthdays: Foul Balls, In The End, Steamer

The Hashit

One infallible rule of the hashit-- if you don't give a shit about it, you will probably get rid of it. If you really want to get rid of it, somehow the pack senses that and makes you keep it, no matter how deserving some other wanker might be. So it was with Toxic Cock. The assembly just started chanting "Buddha, Buddha, Buddha.." and it passed to Hairy Buddha. Nobody really knows why! nows why!