This week, the hash started at 3:00pm, or somewhat earlier for those who like to take a bit more time on the trail. The late venue change caused only minor confusion, and most all of the day's 34 hashers were at Mufti and BC's place, basking in the sunshine, within a minute or two of the start of the brief. The brief informed us that the Mufti and his associate, the Oral Advocate, were responsible for a four-mile trail, and no one was responsible for another couple of miles worth of false trails. The Mufti, however, took full responsibility for the Nationals loss of Friday, when O.A. had kindly shared tickets with Our Fearsome Leader, which mistake he did not make for Saturday's game. Which is apparently tied at the top of the 17th inning? Is baseball different now than it used to be? Is there a 17th-inning stretch? Go, Nats!
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| Synchronized stretching. |
Anyway, the run won applause from the 22 runners (and only seven walkers! This is a serious running club!), who divided themselves into two groups according to tendon springiness while tunneling their way to Lake Ann, bypassing numerous culs-de-sac and returning circuitously to the On In via Reston Parkway and the North Point shopping center. Walkers Beef Strokemoff and Queen Cobra were entrusted with Oscar and Mango; a high honor indeed. Everyone was back in an hour or less, which is one way you win applause with this group. Or you can complete the Chattanooga
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| Talk about tendon springiness... |
Another way is to feed them well, which BC3 did with a magnificent spinach salad full of tomatoes in many colors, artichokes and other exoticisms. It was an excellent embellishment of Papa John's usual fine effort. There was enough variety in the beer tubs to tempt Phoenix Rising to join the group very late, with his racing duds still on under his civvies. Folks began trickling away by 4:30 or so -- perfect weather or not, autumn afternoons can get chilly. And if you are driving a drop-top Cobra, the temperature is a concern, even if the Mufti has just begun the roll call. If only Queen Cobra's driving her namesake roadster past the group just as Mufti shouted her name had made it into the pictures -- but it's hard to snap photos while cheering and clapping... Thanks for shutter-assistance, Knipple Knocker!
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| Yeah. That, too. |
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