Punxsutawney Phil, the world’s most beloved furry seasonal prognosticator, is going to wake up from his deep sleep tomorrow. When his alarm goes off at 7:25 a.m., the world will know whether winter is here for six more weeks, or if we’ll enjoy an early thaw.

Riiiiiight.

See, Phil has had some problems in the past. People have threatened to kill him and he’s been ridiculed for his baseless outlooks. In 2015, he “saw his shadow” during overcast skies, portending six more weeks of winter. Perhaps he was confused with all those camera lights around.

Or, perhaps he’s wised up to what we all know — that in the first week of February, there are literally, actually six more weeks of winter left, whether or not he sees his shadow.

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Phil, Phil, Phil. We love to hate you and we hate to love you. But that’s the position you’ve put us in — with a tradition so steeped in weather-nonsense history, how can we not partake?

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The day is celebrated among our meteorological peers, if only because it gives us an opportunity to remind people that we actually know what they are talking about.

We know more than a groundhog.

Despite all the salt I’ve thrown around in this blog post, let’s play along for a minute. For fun, let’s imagine the groundhog actually has magical skills and can in fact predict the weather for the next six weeks.

What do you want him to see?

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In the meantime, we’ll tell you what we know: Winter isn’t over, and it won’t be for another, oh…. six weeks.

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