Gator-ville

Hey guys, just an update on the FL adventure. I've been hanging around the clubhouse in the AM doing physicals as the position players straggle in. Monday night I got to hit the RAW sushi bar in downtown. I am not the sushi aficionado that others are, but it was very good. Tuesday the Reds beat the Indians 7-4 in a rain shortened game and I got to accompany the Daggys to Two Senoritas, a charming Mexican restaurant. From there we headed to SKOB (Siesta Key Oyster Bar) where they had an amusing man strumming the guitar and Matt's bros downed the Village idiot- 8 different kinds of alcohol in a plastic bucket. Yesterday, it was gorgeous and I got in another 15 holes of golf. I played with Ed, Ron and Monty, all GM retirees from Michigan. They were a lot of fun and it was great golfing until the heavens opened up and rained us off the course. Today is the last day of physicals, so wish me luck.

Sarasota, FL

This is nice. I am down south in the friendly confines of Sarasota where I am hanging out with the Cincinnati Reds. Yesterday, after preforming physicals on the minor league pitchers and catchers, we saw the Reds beat the Pirates in a most ripping contest. Griffey and Dunn each had home runs, and the reds scored 2 in the bottom of the ninth to win 12-11. Then there was a nice medical personnel reception where I got to meet Dusty Baker the coach, Wayne and Bob, the GM and owner of the reds. After that my inebriated boss adjusted my neck (scary) as we were on our way to Club beach to dance the night away.
Today started slow as I was run down from last night. But then I made it to St. Martha's church for the noon service. There was this fantastic Hispanic priest who announced it was rejoice Sunday because we are half way through lent. He had to have been in his 70s but was very vibrant, and he introduced the celebrating priest, Father Bob, who had his birthday yesterday. Of course I am picturing some mildly overweight, balding Fr. Bob, but when he walk down the aisle, he was a young Indian priest, who was excellent. When the congregation was praying the "Our Father" it was different from what I am used to. The cantor would sing a phrase, and as she finished, she would raise her arms and the congregation would echo the words. But this adorable elderly Latino woman behind me could not for the life of her figure out the cadence. Every single phrase, she would come in with this loud high pitched voice 2 or 3 beats ahead of everyone else. It was hysterical.
From church I was able to meed with some friends of a friend to golf. Gorgeous weather, there was a real live alligator on hole number 2. I got my first par of '08, and we finished about 15 1/2 holes. On the last hole, it was so dark we couldn't see. So we all hit drives, Greg lost his ball, I had a good drive and Dave crushed one over 300yrds. On the second shot, I lost my ball, and Dave put his within 5 feet of the hole, and he sank the put for the only birdie of the day. Fantastic.
Now, after taking a spin on the elliptical, I am ready for a late dinner. Florida is fun.

Long time

Hey everybody, I know it's been a long time since last posting, but now that I have my new macbook, the updates should be frequent and exciting. I would like to celebrate today for several reasons. First, I officially finished my residency. It's been 3 years, and now its done, onto fellowship. Next, the chicago cubs won in dramatic fashion today when aramis ramirez hit a 2-run walk off homerun off of the most dominante closer in the national league. Lastly I have tix to the reds tonight, and I always like to hit the baseball game. Hope everyone enjoys the new improved blog.

Not so Bitter

Sorry about that last blog everyone, but you know how easy it is to get cranky after a long layoff between sleeps. Anyway, as the readers of this pulitzer prize winning blog may know, I am a bit of a fan when it comes to professional sports. I would like to take a moment and congradulate both Tiger Woods and Roger Federer on their respective victories over this past weekend. As many in the media are saying, these gentlemen will be reveered, barring injury, as the greatest men in their sports. As was the case when Michael Jordan played, it is truely a joy and honor to be able to witness greatness as it is happening.

Is it that hard

Honestly, I just spent 13 hours overnight in the hospital. 2 people had to go to intensive care, one lady didn't make it, a handfull of patients are begging for narcotic medications, and all I want is to do is give the info over to the daytime team, head home and get some sleep. But no, apparantly, the daytime employees feel that the 7 am start time is more of a suggestion than actual requirement. I suppose that it is just too much to expect people to be professional.

Not exactly up lifting

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The above website predicted I will be 79 yrs old when I kick the bucket. On one hand, I am excited about the next 51 years, on the other hand, I was always shooting for 100.

9 to 5 it's not

It is 1 in the morning and I am at the hospital ready for, at any moment, catastrophe to strike and to be thrown into life saving action. Actually, we have already admitted all the patients we are allowed to, and we don't actually go to the codes on this service, so I am futilly trying to go to sleep and can't. Therefore I blog