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| Hash Number: | 979 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #979 - H4 Union Hash in lovely CHESTER, PA! |
| When: | June 5, 2013 |
| Where: | PPL Park, Chester, PA |
| Hares: | Bee Orgy CPR | Message |
| Hockessin Hash #979 - H4 Union Hash in lovely CHESTER, PA! When: Wednesday, June 5, 2013 at 6:00pm, pack away at 6:15pm sharp - NOTE SPECIAL START TIME Who: Bee Orgy (and yet to volunteer co-hares) Where: PPL Park, Chester, PA Par-dick-ulars - The Union play Columbus Crew June 5th. I'm getting group tickets for $20/seat. Game starts at 7:30 and will be over by 9:30. For those that have never been, it's a shitty good time. I need to know by May 22nd if you are joining us for the game and would like rough numbers for the hash. I (Bee Orgy -- theoriginalbk@...) need to know about the game so I can order tickets. I want to know if others are joining just for the hash to know if I should set a real trail or just a tailgate crawl. Pack will be meeting up at the parking lot off Edwards St. between Mary and 3rd. Parking in this lot costs $10, parking in the area costs about $10, but you can park on the street fairly safely for free also. D'erections: From I-95N, in PA take exit 3 for Highland Ave. Make a left onto 15th. Make a right onto Highland. Make a left onto Rte 13. Make a right onto Engle. Make a left onto 3rd. Make a right onto Edwards. Park and Hash. Dog Friendly: Trail, um, I guess. Apres, as much as trail. Game, no. Hash Cash: $25.00 with $20 payable in advance to BO. $5 for just the hash. | Hashers |
| Anything Butt Asshopper Bee Orgy Bunion Butt Butthead Chasez Boyz Circle Jerk Cousin It CPR Devil Woman Do Me On the Beach Gizz Specialist Groper Lick Stick Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Perfect Woman Pickle Dick Rug Burn Sloppy Seconds The International House of Virgins The Wetter the Better Tinsel Tits Tits of Steel Wet Lay Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin Hash House Harriers Hash # 979 June 5, 2013 City of Chester Pennsylvania There aren’t many good reasons to be in Chester PA after dark. One might be to boarded-up window shop for reasonably priced dope. Another is to catch a soccer match. And a third is to Hash. Well, to paraphrase Mr. Meatloaf (though I shouldn’t assume that no Hasher was there seeking the Chester Trifecta) two out of three is really a pretty decent and acceptable percentage. Driving into town brought back memories of pre-Interstate 95 years when the trip along US Route 13 was the preferred highway into Philadelphia from the south. In those days, Chester was just a traffic jam to sit through. These days, Chester is a day trip vacation destination spot for the sporting minded. And tonight’s ultimate destination was the PPL Park, home of the Philadelphia Union Soccer Team. Our intermediate destination was one of several city blocks that decades of urban decay and scant years of urban renewal had transformed into a pleasant, shady and grass covered parking lot suitable for early evening, pre-soccer match tailgating. Let’s be generous and call it The City Square. Cast your eyes about The Square and you could see the entire New Jersey delegation – Rug Burn, Groper & Cousin It. In the middle of the crowd was International House of Virgins and Sloppy Seconds. Look further and you’d’ve seen Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Lost Penis and Woody the Woodpecker. If you had looked at the low hanging telephone wire, you could see Anything Butt yanking on his vine. Keep looking and check out Tinsel Tits, Do Me On the Beach, Wet Lay and Tits of Steel. Pickle Dick was there, Circle Jerk was there, Gizz Specialist was there and so was Devil Woman. I think I saw Butthead and I’m sure Bunion Butt showed up. And making her third ON TIME appearance in a row – Lick Stick. Arranged by Hares Bee Orgy & CPR, they of the big soccer balls, the weather couldn’t have been more perfecter. Perfect Woman, on the other hand, could not have been much more laterer – arriving with the beer only minutes (approximately 20 of them) before the Pack was scheduled to hit the mean streets. Fortunately, our Visitors from the Northlands of the Lehigh Valley HHH brought just enough fancy beers and snacks so that the Hockessin mob could browbeat them into sharing. The browbeating was unnecessary since the trio of Lehighputians proved more than generous with the suds. A quick chalk talk included a pleasant surprise when the Hare Almighty announced that beer carried on the trail was not only encouraged, but the lack of a beer in hand while wandering through Town would glaringly point out to the locals that here comes yet another Tourist. And then we were off! The terrain was asphalted, concreted and flat, although to its credit, this scribe believes it was 100% Virgin. We passed the Crozer-Chester Theological Seminary, training ground for Marty King middle son. Upon completion of his preacher schooling, and subsequent post-graduate work at Boston University the young man went off to start a successful career in the field of public service and civil activism. I think it was with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, or ENRON. One of those outfits down south, I can’t be sure The Slobbering Pack made a few false starts, feigns and wrong turns but eventually found its way down into the Delaware River floodplain, where we first glimpsed the cantilevered half roof of the PPL Stadium. We twirled through the tailgating festival grounds, traipsed along the curved river walk and finally plopped down in front of a groaning board loaded with all varieties of sweeties, pastas, salads and carnivorous delights. Chefs o’ the evening CPR and his brudder Just Bob proved to be stern Guardians of the Victuals, for no one was permitted a pre-circle bite. Though no one was “permitted” a bite, many bites were surreptitiously bitten. With a backdrop of the mighty Delaware rollin’ on by, Pastor Mary Fuckin’ Poppins called in to the Holy Hash Circle the usual suspects for the usual condemnations. And in an act of unusual warmth, he proclaimed Chasez Boyz to no longer be a regularly visiting Visitor but an Adopted Asshole of the Hockessin kennel. So, Be It Declared that henceforth and furthermore, through rain and mud and beer and blood, Chasez Boyz will forevermore be known as…… Chasez Boyz. Oh, and there was a soccer match as well. Under the watchful eyes of Jersey bound truck traffic passing behind our left shoulders on the Commodore Barry Bridge, our gang of Pro soccer Virgins and the few Sons of Ben in the Slobbering Pack whiled away a pleasant 93 minutes of game action, quaffing ice cold stadium micro brews and saw our newest home town favorite team trounce the Columbus squad three-to-nil. Bunion Butt | |
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