I can’t resist making a comment about today being Groundhog Day, the second-stupidest holiday of the year (the stupidest occurs 12 days from now). Longtime blog readers have heard me rant on this before, but since I’ve picked up significant new readership, I’ll do it again. Every year on this day in Punxsutawney, PA, a stupid man in a stupid top hat pulls a stupid groundhog out of a stupid air-conditioned burrow and puts the stupid groundhog on the ground, where the stupid groundhog either sees its stupid shadow or it doesn’t. Then the stupid man in the stupid top hat lifts the stupid groundhog high over his head so the stupid media can take pictures and run stupid feel-good stories in the stupid newspapers about the stupid groundhog.
Oh, how I wish the stupid man in the stupid top hat would find a pair of goalposts and kick a 20-yard field goal with the stupid groundhog. I wish for it every year and it never happens.
If a stupid groundhog is the best that stupid town can do to attract some attention, then Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania must have about as much going for it as Earle, Arkansas. Which, I can assure you, is not much.
Happy Groundhog Day. Over and out.