This whole weekend did nothing but confirm what we’ve all known all along: weathermen, as a whole, are completely clueless when it comes to predicting the weather. I was checking three or four different weather forecasts each day, trying to figure out what was going to happen. Rain? Snow? Ice? How much? Each forecast said something different. And you know what?
None of them ended up getting it right.
Take last night. All of them said we’d get snow. Amounts ranged from 2-7 inches. We didn’t end up getting any accumulation at all.
Oh, I suppose they get it right every now and then. (And whichever weather genius came up with the “probability of precipitation” idea deserves an award for weaselly.) But think of what it would be like if other professions got things wrong as often as weathermen. What if your doctor said to you, “We ran some tests, and we’re pretty sure you have cancer.” How sure? “Eighty percent.” Or what if your lawyer told you there was a 60 percent chance you hadn’t broken the law and wouldn’t go to jail?
People make fun of groundhogs predicting the weather, but when you get down to it, are they any less accurate than weathermen? How sad is that? What are we paying these people to do, anyway? Guess? I could do that for free.
“You want a prediction about the weather, you’re asking the wrong Phil. I’ll give you a winter prediction: It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be grey, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.”