CCH3 # 236 Multiball Hashbar Trail

Through harbor fog and neon glow,
A wizard walks where jukeboxes flow.
His cloak is stitched with silver stars,
He seeks out flickers of pinball bars.

In Fells Point pubs or Hampden dives,
He breathes in the hum where the steel ball thrives.
With wizard hands on flippered fate,
He bends the chaos, seals his state.

He drinks a pint, foam crowned and clear,
A hoppy spell in the shape of beer.
The crowd leans close, the tables sing,
Lights explode like a cosmic ring.

With quarters scrounged from a couch’s seam,
He buys another round, fuels the dream.
Each bumper’s thrum, each spinner’s song,
Is where his restless soul belongs.

So if you want to join his fate, And hear a cheer by a backroom gate—

Then join us at Peabody brewery at 5pm this SAT

Hares: Diddler on the Roof and Judge Prudy

Notes: This is a bar crawl, pay as you go. Bring some quarters for pinball!

Shiggy meter:6.9
Fun meter: 6.9
Ball meter: 6.9999999