The Humour Club discussion

I know it's hard to get excited about rodents who aren't infesting your basement or attic, however if Bill Murray, at age 69, can recreate his Groundhog Day performance for a SuperBowl commercial , the least you can do is...

...No, that's way too little. (Grunt or something so that we know you're still with us.)

Anyway, here's your HC Groundhog Day update:

Groundhog Day results 2020: No shadow! Phil predicts early spring is coming
This is only the 20th time out of 123 in his recorded history (there are 10 years where no record remains) that Phil hasn't been able to find his shadow.

The above, of course, is the real deal, the genuine Punxsutawney Phil, not some cheap, fake news imitation whose prognostications are less than worthless:



Not to mention the many other counterfeits: Staten Island Chuck, Essex Ed and other groundhogs looking for shadows .

Of course, genuine fans are not fooled. They demand the genuine Punxsutawney Phil:



And they're willing to spend an entire day freezing their butts off to see the
genuine rat Phil.

In fairness, not everyone is enamored of Phil. There are indeed a few dissenters: PETA takes on Punxsutawney Phil . However, it's been determined that, much like Phil's fans (who are content to eschew central heating and a nice warm cup of hot chocolate and instead, grow icicles off their noses,) these wackos don't have a life either, (and can often be found protesting damn near everyone's home cooking as harmful and entirely inadequate cockroach feed.)



Fortunately, those of us with a more rational view of rodentia, are willing to read about Phil's predictions from the comfort of our living rooms in front of a roaring fire, sipping a nice Chablis, and cuddling with our loved ones, knowing full well that run-on sentences really annoyed the crap out of our fifth grade English teacher, Mrs. Blanchwilder, and that we much prefer all these flipping groundhogs stay in Punxsutawney and out of our nice warm basements.

However, when I flipped on the basement light today:



"Honey, what's the number for that exterminator????"

HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY!

I happened to be awake early this morning, so I live-streamed the event. (Seeing fireworks at 6:30 in the morning was a unique experience, let me tell ya.) A very sleepy-looking, but cute Phil was held aloft for all to see before being placed on a table/stump. There, when he refused to choose a scroll, one was shoved at him by an elderly, top-hatted gentleman, and that, of course, became Phil's "prediction." (Apparently that "shadow thing" has become passe.) His proclamation of an early spring brought massive cheers from the gathered crowd, though, since we've had one of the mildest winters on record, I'm not sure why my fellow Pennsylvanians are so tired of this one.

Keeping in mind that Phil's prognostications are less accurate than a coin toss, I expect we'd better not put away the shovels yet.