Alright everybody, fun’s over, nothing to see here. The meteorologists got their dose of weather-viagra and we all ended up with a basement full of batteries, bottled water and porn magazines. Now, unless you called in to work with the old “a tree is blocking my driveway,” it’s back to the real world.
I find it hilarious that all the stations plant a reporter in the most dangerous spots during the storm (beaches, under trees, near flying debris) and preach for everyone to stay inside. Is it cruel that I think it would be funny if one of them got swept into the ocean during a live update? I was waiting for Shelby Scott to make a special appearance.
Seriously, for all those that were impacted, you have our best wishes. Back to baseball tomorrow…
