A Rodent by Any Other Name…..
The only real reason to celebrate Groundhog Day is because it means we’re into February and baseball will start back up soon. Seriously, what is this point of this “holiday?” I don’t get a day off of work. There’s no food involved. And no matter what happens, you’re still firmly entrenched in the middle of winter. That doesn’t sound like such a good deal to me. In fact, one might even be inclined to suspect a bit of conspiracy.
No, I mean it when I say that without the hint of baseball it entails and the vehicle it provided for Bill Murray’s formidable talent, Groundhog Day would be dead to me. Just like you, Curtis Granderson. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. You’re just lucky I don’t have your name on a Tigers’ jersey or I’d really be pissed.