Baseball Camping Baseball
I want to talk a little bit about process. The process involved in manufacturing a blogger post. (Fred Rogers, please start Picture Picture). The way I am doing these things nowadays is totally different than how I ever did them in the past. It's fresha and unique. I write little bits at a time, and only publish when I reach a critical content mass. My content required threshold is pretty low, but still high enough that it usually takes me several attempts to finish a post. I use the 'save as draft' as a key ally in this whole process.
Yesterday our pediatric ward was graced by a visit from Twins second baseman Nick Punto and backup catcher Mike Redmond. This created the largest stir with the nurses on the floor, who from a safe distance took a liking to Mr. Punto, the second largest stir came from some of the Twin Citizen fathers on the floor, and the third largest stir came collectively from all of the sick children. Punto and Redmond were chatting with the kids for a bit, and made sure they double autographed the bills of some Twins hats they had brought along. Unfortunately, they stationed themselves in the glass playroom which is a doctor free zone, and I wasn't able to get anything more than a nod while I was walking by. If you think about it, though, a nod from some big leaguers while you are working is pretty cool. Usually its us watching them work. Oh, how fast the tables turn!
This morning I went into the room to visit of one of my 16 year old patients. He has discovered that his room has wireless Internet and has started networking games of some derivative of War Craft that he has installed on his computer. He has also discovered that the curtain can completely enclose his bed into a mini war-zone, and so he has gone ahead in creating mission control, shutting the curtain and any sense of reality that might be present. After sneaking into the war-zone HQ this morning, I noticed one of the Minneota TC hats sitting on his chair. I remarked how awesome it was that all the kids had a chance to meet some of the players yesterday. He looked up for but a brief second, said that it was pretty cool, but that he couldn't really remember who he had met. Basically, his sentiment was, "whatevs". He then resumed playing his War Craft derivative game.
I discoverd that going to work isn't so bad when you sleep over every fourth night. The thought is that for every four days that you work, you only have to physically drive there and drive home three times. These makes days, weeks, and even months seem like they are flying by in hours, minutes, or even seconds.
Just like always, this week flew by really fast, which means that it is almost time to go camping! This trip should be extraordinary, and last night I spent several hours grocery shopping and packing to prepare for the adventure. Tomorrow night I will be under the northern Minnesota stars, enjoying the fresh and crisp but hopefully not too crisp air. Weather.com reports Saturday to have an ominous high of 63 degrees and a 50% chance of rain. Time to break out tht thermals.
Lastly, I am going to ride out the weekend in style with a trip to see the Saint Paul Saints baseball game on Monday night. Tailgating is encouraged, but my dilemma is that I am yet to find a good Minnesota working class beer. Since I am now in the working class, I think that it is vital that I find one. My working theory on this futile search is that the Twin Cities were not born from the same blue-color identity that forged my previous residences. No Iron City. No Old Style. The best they can do here might be Leinenkugel's (really more Chippewa Falls, WI than anything else). I don't know what to think of this. I guess I'll just have to raise my glass of Summit Pale Ale. Does that work?
In our group, we will also be bringing along the previous winner of the Saints beard contest. We will be bringing him along with his $50 of unused gift certificates that can be used in the stadium for beer. Can anyone beat that?
Interesting fact: In yesterday's Twins game, the only two bench players who did not get into the game were Punto and Redmond. Someone fact check me on this, but I think I'm right. Who's my fact checkin' cuz?
Yesterday our pediatric ward was graced by a visit from Twins second baseman Nick Punto and backup catcher Mike Redmond. This created the largest stir with the nurses on the floor, who from a safe distance took a liking to Mr. Punto, the second largest stir came from some of the Twin Citizen fathers on the floor, and the third largest stir came collectively from all of the sick children. Punto and Redmond were chatting with the kids for a bit, and made sure they double autographed the bills of some Twins hats they had brought along. Unfortunately, they stationed themselves in the glass playroom which is a doctor free zone, and I wasn't able to get anything more than a nod while I was walking by. If you think about it, though, a nod from some big leaguers while you are working is pretty cool. Usually its us watching them work. Oh, how fast the tables turn!
This morning I went into the room to visit of one of my 16 year old patients. He has discovered that his room has wireless Internet and has started networking games of some derivative of War Craft that he has installed on his computer. He has also discovered that the curtain can completely enclose his bed into a mini war-zone, and so he has gone ahead in creating mission control, shutting the curtain and any sense of reality that might be present. After sneaking into the war-zone HQ this morning, I noticed one of the Minneota TC hats sitting on his chair. I remarked how awesome it was that all the kids had a chance to meet some of the players yesterday. He looked up for but a brief second, said that it was pretty cool, but that he couldn't really remember who he had met. Basically, his sentiment was, "whatevs". He then resumed playing his War Craft derivative game.
I discoverd that going to work isn't so bad when you sleep over every fourth night. The thought is that for every four days that you work, you only have to physically drive there and drive home three times. These makes days, weeks, and even months seem like they are flying by in hours, minutes, or even seconds.
Just like always, this week flew by really fast, which means that it is almost time to go camping! This trip should be extraordinary, and last night I spent several hours grocery shopping and packing to prepare for the adventure. Tomorrow night I will be under the northern Minnesota stars, enjoying the fresh and crisp but hopefully not too crisp air. Weather.com reports Saturday to have an ominous high of 63 degrees and a 50% chance of rain. Time to break out tht thermals.
Lastly, I am going to ride out the weekend in style with a trip to see the Saint Paul Saints baseball game on Monday night. Tailgating is encouraged, but my dilemma is that I am yet to find a good Minnesota working class beer. Since I am now in the working class, I think that it is vital that I find one. My working theory on this futile search is that the Twin Cities were not born from the same blue-color identity that forged my previous residences. No Iron City. No Old Style. The best they can do here might be Leinenkugel's (really more Chippewa Falls, WI than anything else). I don't know what to think of this. I guess I'll just have to raise my glass of Summit Pale Ale. Does that work?
In our group, we will also be bringing along the previous winner of the Saints beard contest. We will be bringing him along with his $50 of unused gift certificates that can be used in the stadium for beer. Can anyone beat that?
Interesting fact: In yesterday's Twins game, the only two bench players who did not get into the game were Punto and Redmond. Someone fact check me on this, but I think I'm right. Who's my fact checkin' cuz?
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