Groundhog Day

So I woke up this morning to watch the news.

And what did I see, you ask.

Well let me tell you. The lead story this morning was "Punxsutawney Phil predicts prolonged cold." Yup, that's right. It's Groundhog Day. It's as outdated as Daylight Savings Time. Why we still recognize it, is beyond me.

"The world's most famous furry forecaster saw his shadow Wednesday on Gobbler's Knob, suggesting another six weeks of wintry weather.
The chubby critter delivered the prediction after he was pulled from his burrow in an oak stump at 7:31 a.m. by a top-hatted handler, and his prediction was greeted by boos from the thousands in attendance."

As I was watching the news, I was amazed to see thousands of people in the crowd anxiously awaiting for the results. I know that this can be considered part of tradition that is decades old, a tradition that many people look forward to (for whatever reason). But we live in a technological world, a world where humans have explored space, oceans, and dinosaurs from the great beyond, yet this day is revolving around us "relying" on a groundhog to tell us how much longer the cold weather is going to last.

Give me a break.