NCAA Basketball

I have never been a sports fan, as I have mentioned before, but today we watched three basketball games in the NCAA tourny here at McKale center. I sooo enjoy college ball, the sounds of the crowd, the buzzer, the pep bands, watching people move in ways that I couldn't fathom, and the timeless comedy of the team mascots. Anyone want me to keep talking about b-ball, or do you want to know the results?

Alaska, Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

Rock and roll! We're going home. Our ceremony went off without a hitch. We had a Riverdance tribute, champagne, Guinness, and an old Irish pub set that looked spectacular. A truly wonderful day, topped off by the Texas Tech Red Raiders putting UCLA in their place. I'm exhausted. More soon.

I'm dying here...

Only 36 hours until the Match. I have apparently matched (we are having a party Friday if you are in the Tucson area) but will not know where until Thursday morning. We are hoping for Alaska, and I received an email telling me all the spots were filled in the Residency program. This is a good thing, because it means that enough people were interested in the program and the program felt that there were enough strong candidates to match. The only bad thing about it is that if they didn't fill, I would at least know where I was going for residency since I ranked them #1. Better to be patient and be accepted in a filled program, I guess. Anyway, I will keep you posted. Miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep.

Too long

It has been much too long since I posted. I have been in chrage of planning our "Match" ceremony which happens this Thursday. The Match is the day (and hour) where every medical student in America finds out where they will be spending the next 3-7 years of their life. Kyle has a fancy name for the algorithm that is used in matching ranks lists submitted by both the students and the Residency programs, but for the most part I believe the National Residency Matching Program (NRMP)uses voodoo.

I am fortunate in that I have a pretty good idea of where I will wind up. Many others aren't so fortunate. Despite my position, however, there is still a fairly large level of stress involved. My next three years are going to be determined by numerous (fallible)inputs by myself and the residency programs into a computer that doesn't care where I wind up. Crazy. I'll let you know how it turns out.

On a lighter note, I went to the Rockies/White Sox spring training game today. I have never had any real interest in baseball, nor have I ever had a "team," but it is really hard to beat sitting in the bleachers on an 80 degree afternoon in March in Tucson. Not to mention the come-from-behind victory and winning-run-off-a-broken-bat performance by the White Sox. One of many things I will miss when we move North.