Anyone else up at 3:30 this morning because their wife had a bad dream? Just me? Well.... Goddamn! I'm actually a little sad that I was so busy yesterday that I completely forgot about Groundhog Day. Talk about a friggin AWESOME holiday. One of my friends an I used to celebrate this one pretty hard in high school. By celebrate, i mean we used to sit at his camp and drink beer while we saluted "Potomac Phil" (we could never remember the "punxsutawney" part) One year, as a surprise, my buddy went and bought a guinea pig to be our mascot for the day, naming him "Potomac Phil Jr". Our creativity and originality knew no bounds, I'll tell ya. Anyway, Potomac Phil Jr would just run around in the yard and look at shadows and stuff while we cheered him on, drank cheap beer, and rocked out to old Better Than Ezra music. At one point, however, tragedy stuck. In our drunken haze, we didn't see the stray dog bound out of the woods until it was too late. That goddamn monster bound across the yard at light speed, snatched up poor little Potomac Phil Jr, and hauled ass out of there faster than you could say Bill Fuckin' Murray. We tried to find them, but we came up with nothing. That was about 12 or 13 years ago, and it has been winter in my heart ever since. So, if you would, raise your glasses this weekend to the memory of poor little Potomac Phil Jr (2/2/98 12:34pm - 2/2/98 3:47pm RIP), and everyone please have a safe and happy GHD weekend. Oh, and it's the Super Bowl or something. Tom Brady's hair is stupid. He was also homeschooled by racists. Go Elisha! Drew Brees!