Apparently, every year on February 2nd, America turns to a groundhog to determine the weather patterns for the near future. Seriously? A groundhog? Also, why February 2nd? Why not any other random day of the year?
This year Punxsutawney Phil peeked his head out his little burrow and told the world that we will have six more weeks of winter. First of all Mr. Phil, I am going to disagree with you because if there is anything I have learned from watching anyone try and predict the weather, they are wrong the majority of the time.
But secondly who the hell names these animals? I don’t even know how to pronounce Punxsutawney. How does someone decide to name a groundhog that? What makes Punxsutawney so special? There has got to be hundreds of thousands of other groundhogs around the world that could do what Punxsutawney does.
Apparently, there are other groundhogs in various states that can predict the weather also, but for some reason, this Punxsutawney fella gets all the media attention.
I can’t say that I’m surprised that many Americans and Canadians find excitement and entertainment in a groundhog once a year. At the same time, I do not see the appeal in it whatsoever. Groundhogs are still some cool fuckin animals though I will give them that.
I’d love to grab a pizza and crack open a six-pack with this little guy.