STEVENSON HALL HHH HASH #83, sort of	


Date: 2/23/86 

Weather: 45 , wet with melting snow and lots of mud: perfect hashing                         
weather

Set by:  Effross
Runners: MJ, Pascal, Jaaxon, Kaufman, Baker, Rookie Craig Courtney  
"First to (empty) Cooler"   Geezer power!
Description, comments: What can be said about a hash without beer? All the crimes 
of the previous 82 hashes dwindle to insignificance before the enormity of this 
perversion of a formerly great institution. It was common thought among the small group 
of thirsty veterans that turned out on this excellent hashing day that there was no way 
Effross and his henchmen could improve upon the notorious Hash Of Sorrow.  How 
wrong we were!  To begin with, both Goldberg and Weinstein wimped out with feigned 
disease leaving Effross to set alone-a situation fraught with peril for any runner.  But 
Effross, presumably mindful of past errors actually set a decent trail-some went so far 
as to say a good trail-under difficult circumstances.  The pack left from Harrison St. 
bridge and headed along the canal towards Kingston.  The trail crossed the water on 
the small concrete dam so beloved by setters of yore.  No problems here for this pack!  
Presumably they recalled the terrible fates of slow crossers when overtaken by the 
geezer.  Along Aqueduct Road we went and then on a loop through gorse and woods 
back to the road.  Another right turn into construction and MUD.  Beset by the six-pound 
shoe phenomenon we were slow in finding the marks and we nearly lost the Rookie in a 
mud hole.  Bono, where were you when we needed a real mudder?  But eventually off 
we went again, back to the road and then off it again towards Route 1.  The geezer and 
Kaufman were certain they saw a mark atop a distant water tower and thus were 
delayed just a tad as the others foundered and floundered about in fields of deep mud.  
The end came at the State Coppers barracks on Route 1.  As usual the hyper 
competitive Pascal was first to the neighborhood of the cooler and second to the 
putative beer.  The geezer, out of it for so long, and fatigued from his recon of the water 
tower, went into his fanatical 20 yard beer sprint to the cooler.  Ah, but what a sad end 
to a glorious afternoon when the opened cooler revealed nought but (ugh) orange soda.  
It's a good thing Burns was absent-it would have done the poor guy in.