Super Bowl

It worked!  Hank Asher's IT wiz, Grace Kamakani, came through like a champ and got us a feed to the Super Bowl.  A mad dash for cables, plasma (as screen, not a blood product for once), and speakers all came together, and we had superb video and audio.

In the run-up to the game, one of the docs asked where the beer was going to come from.  He wound up having to make the run to the U.N. store to get it -- for all of us.  As Hank Asher's H.R. manual teaches, "We are a tribe.  Check your ego at the door."

Everyone got a big kick out of the game.  Got to see some of it myself before an emergency orthopedic case came in.  A patient with an amputation which had become badly infected, and needed a revision.  I was trapped (happily) in the O.R. when we heard tumultuous yelling.  Had to text Kleiman in Boston to learn that the Saints' Tracy Porter had intercepted a Manning pass and turned it into a touchdown.

This made the day for all of us.  Many, many thanks to the people who scrambled to put it together for us.