The rodent deciding whether we suffer for 6 more weeks is named Phil. Phil Phil Phil Phil phil phil dr. phil phil. Dr. Phil phil. Groundhog's day, in my opinion, is a day of hype and let down, similar to the infamous Valentine's day. Thousands of people gather on this monumental day to watch a rodent, something that Billy Murry ironically went around killing with homemade bombs in Caddy Shack, come out of the ground and "see" his shadow. A whole website is dedicated to Groundhog Day where you can send E-cards and get updates from Gobblers Knob (c'mon people) via text messages. It's all a little too ridiculous. This is weird, as I am thinking about this post I realize that Groundhog's day, though as hokie as I think, gives people hope, something to look forward to and gather with friends and family. Thinking about my own hometown's outrageous self-acclaimed holidays, Lake Forest Day for example, the town brings in a carnival, hosts it's own parade and festivities. So maybe Groundhog Day isn't as horrible or unnecessary as we might think, it can at least be an excuse to go out with friends and complain about the slush and arctic temperatures. But why did they have to pick a groundhog? In any case, you won't find me watching the romantic comedy of Groundhog Day, but rather the more cynical (realistic?) approach as seen in Caddy Shack.
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