Weathermen are stupid
I won’t name names, but he is on Channel 18+1 in Cincinnati and it rhymes with Spank Carzullo.
After hearing the weather forecast several times throughout the day, I made the decision to leave work early and head down for the Reds and Yankees. We drove through a storm on the way to Cincinnati while continuing to monitor the forecast from said weatherman. He repeatedly stated that there could be a pop-up storm and delay, but the game would surely be played.
We had sat down for dinner at The Machine Room when it was announced that the game was cancelled.
Mrs. Wight was not a happy camper.