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TGH2010 started off on the wrong foot when the hounds beat the hares to the registration. =P White Ass and Grizzly Sodoms were at Mollica's (a great hash bar!) right at 1pm and ready to get started!!

While Cop!! set up we had easily a dozen more folks show up: Cookie Cumster, Just Glenn, Konichiwa & Just April, Flounder and Grass on the Infield… all clamoring for tags, and shirts, and Pabst High Life… eventually Cop!! ate lunch and sorted everyone out. The party at Mollica’s really started when WTMJ went back to her car and brought in her vuvuzela to help the hounds get in the spirit with the World Cup semifinal playing on the TV.

We had Superman from Germany walk up and join us, super nice guy. He invited us all to stay at his place for Oktoberfest (I think he has a big lawn, since he didn’t say 'IN' his place just ‘AT’ his place … Cop!! called dibs on the lounger).

Once everyone was there and Cop!! was reasonably sure Mangina's phone was totally cooked (again), we were off! The hares put $$ on the bar at Mollica's (a great hash bar!) and were off to The Second Beerstop (The Icehouse, home of The Original TGH) and we waited…

and waited…

and waited…

…then called Mollica's was promptly told to “F*ck Copulator!!” when I said to send ‘em out -- a side note… don’t say that unless you mean it. So another 20 min later, the hounds show up at the Icehouse and, just like in 2008, the bartender had to ask us to keep our clothes on (IT WAS THE SAME BARTENDER!! … Ironic that I gave him a shirt…) After 40 min or so of throwing popcorn on the floor and drinking fine PBRish beer we're off again, heading into some fairly stormy-looking skies.

Lesson learned, if you want a trail to keep going:

DO NOT have an unmanned beerstop at a bar
the hare is not just a hare, but also part cattleprod
yes, I just called you all cattle
get over it already, I've called you worse =P

On the longest leg of trail, we revisited the neighborhood just north of the Icehouse… again the hounds were confounded by the hare NOT using the RR Tracks. And again they were treated (yes, I said TREATED) to spectacular views of the city, largely unappreciated, but we had great vistas with the stadium and VA, or panoramic views sandwiched between the Domes and the Milwaukee Skyline.

The deathmarch … um scenic tour … across the 35th St viaduct led to the 3rd beerstop under the 35th St stairs (yes, we do actually love that spot). Once again the old camouflaged cooler trick works. It’s a good thing the hobos haven’t gotten wise to us yet…

And again after a little prodding and pointing at the thunderheads headed our way we were off to the main event, the “Tailgate” part of “Tailgate Hash”… Trail jerked us back & forth along the main road into the parking lots and then again past portajohns aplenty ("PJN") all in our ridiculously-too-close-to-true-Brewers-colors shirts (we blended a bit too much). After a Dancing April kept us all together through the parking lot… several hounds were able to unload their cards, grab a beer or four from virgins, and lift our kilts (( yes, Wang Chunks and Grizzly are true heroes of the hash, and I never want to see under either of their kilts ever again)).

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We arrived to find grillables grilled, snacks aplenty, potato salad… and mostly-unfoamed beer (and no cups -- another lesson learned)

PACK the cups WITH THE BEER, you idiots!!
okay that one was aimed at Cop!!, we're even now

Mangina and Just Kevin had the fun of watching the packs of hounds run within 20 yards of the on-in as they followed the last loop of trail through the playground in front of the stadium. The FRB pack of Sphincter Grease, Just Tim, Just Katie and Just Craig scanned the ground for marks while two large men wearing the same shirts as them stood 50 feet away laughing at them. Then Just Katie’s eyes got as big as saucers as she spotted the last arrow and took off at a sprint to be the first hound to arrive. Just Craig was hot on her heels to finish second, and he was mocked the rest of the night for getting beat by a girl.

Hounds and hares ate, drank, and were merry as the storm clouds became more ominous. Finally the bullhorn was brought out, Sphincter Grease used it to taunt people in line for the porta-potties, and to stop the madness he was pressed into service as RA to run the circle. After many down-downs, chants of “Lost control of the circle…,” Wang Chunks serenading the hares, and the usual accusations and recriminations, circle was closed and the remaining heroes of the hash gathered under the tents when the thunderstorms finally arrived to drink more fine Lakefront beer.

Once the rain stopped, the hounds all left en masse to ride the Mollica’s shuttle back to Mollica’s (a great hash bar!). Cop!! and Mangina broke camp, loaded the truck, sold a couple shirts to a future hasher at the tailgate party next door, and headed back to Mollica’s to join the hounds for a nightcap (and see the last out of the Brewers game on TV).

On-on,
Cop-u-lator!! and Mangina