the mhc has been a claremont tradition since january 2000. it began humbly enough one superbowl sunday, when our unwitting founders stepped into the liquorama mega-store in upland and were told by the stammering clerk that their keg of moosehead had never arrived, and would they instead like to void the transaction and take a few dollars off a case or two of something similar? the two young men checked their anger and grudgingly bought 120 bottles of moosehead at an unusually low price.
cases were subsequently brought to the viewing lounge, and bottles were raised in hearty cheer as the st. louis rams began their systematic destruction of the tennessee titans. it was a glorious afternoon, but something was missing: the party. a quick survey of the room revealed that not even the hosts’ closest friends had bothered to show, limiting attendance to the two men themselves, a buddhist acolyte whose lips had never touched alcohol, and a rotating cast of 3 to 4 neighbor girls who didn’t understand football but felt like taking study breaks every 45 minutes or so.
when the game was finally over, our protagonists surveyed the site with a mixture of horror and profound disappointment. nothing was broken, nothing was soiled, and there were well over 99 bottles of beer on the wall. beer which would not fit in the microfridge; beer which was already beginning to turn.
something had to be done, and fast. it was at this moment that the two young men unwittingly ushered in the sixth age of man.
the moosehead challenge was born.
