Last night, after an evening of playing basketball, I was driving home and almost ran over a groundhog. The over-sized rodent waddled out in front of my truck and I slammed the my brakes, thinking it might be a bad omen to do in a groundhog the evening before his special day. Of course, the idea that animals are running around at night like that in the heart of winter is a testimony to global warming and the fact that the ground here isn’t frozen, isn’t snow covered and it feels more like the first of April than the first of February. But I’ve already complained enough about the weather. I know they’re saying that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow down in Pennsylvania, but I can assure you that that rodent I saw last night (If he lived till morning, which is questionable since he’s playing in the streets) didn’t see his shadow!
Thinking about Groundhog Day reminds me of a favorite movie of mine, Groundhog Day. I’ve seen it a half-dozen times which really means I’ve seen it a few hundred times for the movie is just 15 minutes (of fresh material). The producer kept splicing together copies to make it a feature length film. That said, I like Bill Murray (Phil Connors). He may be ugly, but he’s funny. He’s also not the reason I’ve seen the movie multiple times. Let me share you a secret. I really like Andi MacDowell (Rita in the film). She has ties to the Old North State. Unfortunately, she was born in the lesser of the Carolinas, but she spent her summers in North Carolina, which was obviously a blessing that she used to refine her gracefulness. Andi is beautiful and I fall in love with her again every time I watch one of her moves. Personally, I just don’t think it’s fair that Bill Murray gets umpteenth opportunities to both sow his wild oats and still get Andi MacDowell at the end of the movie! The way Andi smiled at the groundhog in the movie, I’m sure she’d be impressed with my quick reflex that saved that rodent from becoming one with the pavement last night.
Just one final question as I move the heating pad over a bit, "why am I still trying to play basketball with guys half my age?"