So, there are always those people that get really upset about Groundhog Day.  There are two types of people that get angry about it.  The first group is the weathermen and weatherwomen of the world and especially of those in Western Pennsylvania.  They often get upset because the rodent’s viewer numbers are so high every single year and that the most famous person in their line of business is actually not a person.  No, I’m not talking about Al Roker.  I’m talking about Phil.  They always feel the need to say such witty things as, “Well, that may be what the Groundhog says, but here’s your actual five-day forecast.”  Like… calm down, buddy.  No one actually believes the little rat.  The second group is a much larger group. These are the type of people that have their life in order, typically.  They are totally rational people.  They take notice that the Groundhog has screwed them over, and declared that there will be six more weeks of winter.  These keen intellectuals begin to question their very world.  ”This is a rip-off.”  ”But there were cameras flashing.  How could he not see his shadow.”  There are those that seem to despair.  ”I just don’t know what I’m going to do with six more weeks of winter!”  If your seasonal calendar was seriously going to be determined by this event, perhaps it is time to evaluate your determinants, dear totally rational and intelligent people of the world.

Also, yes.  These are all direct quotes that I have heard people say AT Gobbler’s Knob.

I mean, we are talking about a Holiday centered around a Groundhog who speaks to a group of local businessmen (and one very, very disgruntled Algebra teacher) who claim to understand, and I’m not making this up, Groundhogese, and can deliver his message of meteorological insight to the world.  

This has been a public service announcement.