Halleluiah!!!!!!!!!! There’s a new national holiday!
We are going to term it, “The Day the Weather Forecasters were Right.” That’s the headline in the newspaper, so it only makes sense to set aside this national day of recognition for the one day of the year that the prognosticators accurately foresaw snow, wind and clouds.
This event occurred two weeks ago. It didn’t immediately become apparent that we should turn it into a national holiday, but upon consideration of the epic success made by the television weather guessers, a groundswell occurred from the masses. Letters were written to their Congress members urging recognition and a day to be set aside for their one-in-a-hundred accurate assessment of what the weather was going to do 12 hours in advance.
You ask, “What happened?” This:
Sunday night, if you checked the hourly forecast online or listened to the local newscaster, snow was expected to start at 7 a.m. the following morning. If this had been typical, the forecast would change and the snow would be changed to rain, and moved to later in the morning, then into early afternoon, then finally evaporate from the forecast altogether, as if it had never been predicted.
On this day though, they were not about to be wrong. Instead, they forecast snow through the early morning hours, followed by a brief respite before noon, then some light snow sprinkles in the 1 p.m. range, then steadier snow from 4-6 p.m. YAWN.
You know they’ll be wrong, so why pay attention.
Instead, no, that was not to be the case. Instead, the forecasters were 100 PERCENT ACCURATE! They didn’t just generically come close with their predictions – they got it exactly right.
Neighbors called out in the streets, “OMG, they predicted the snow. THEY WERE RIGHT. PRAISE THE LORD! They said we’d get one to three inches, and we did! Go buy a lottery ticket!”
There’s a lot to be said for accuracy and getting it right in your daily job. You get respected. People believe you. Trust is established. Good things. All good reasons to make this a national holiday as it works to improve the national psyche.
Their timing was exemplary. They got the snow accumulation totals perfect. Amazing, incredible, astounding, unbelievable (really). How’d they do it?
You really have to wonder. What was so different on this day? Was there something fundamentally easy to predict that day? Did the forecasters have a good breakfast and that made them more content and on top of the upcoming weather patterns? Was the direction of the wind, the moisture in the air, the size of the cloud cover all so simply connected that there was no way they could miss? Like a fat pitch coming your way in baseball that you couldn’t help but slam out of the park?
Who the heck knows? Let’s just forget about the cause and marvel at the prediction coming true. Time to celebrate. Set off the fireworks. Shoot some streamers into the air.
When the weather forecasters so frequently miss, when they do get it right it’s time for a national holiday.
We are going to term it, “The Day the Weather Forecasters were Right.” That’s the headline in the newspaper, so it only makes sense to set aside this national day of recognition for the one day of the year that the prognosticators accurately foresaw snow, wind and clouds.
This event occurred two weeks ago. It didn’t immediately become apparent that we should turn it into a national holiday, but upon consideration of the epic success made by the television weather guessers, a groundswell occurred from the masses. Letters were written to their Congress members urging recognition and a day to be set aside for their one-in-a-hundred accurate assessment of what the weather was going to do 12 hours in advance.
You ask, “What happened?” This:
Sunday night, if you checked the hourly forecast online or listened to the local newscaster, snow was expected to start at 7 a.m. the following morning. If this had been typical, the forecast would change and the snow would be changed to rain, and moved to later in the morning, then into early afternoon, then finally evaporate from the forecast altogether, as if it had never been predicted.
On this day though, they were not about to be wrong. Instead, they forecast snow through the early morning hours, followed by a brief respite before noon, then some light snow sprinkles in the 1 p.m. range, then steadier snow from 4-6 p.m. YAWN.
You know they’ll be wrong, so why pay attention.
Instead, no, that was not to be the case. Instead, the forecasters were 100 PERCENT ACCURATE! They didn’t just generically come close with their predictions – they got it exactly right.
Neighbors called out in the streets, “OMG, they predicted the snow. THEY WERE RIGHT. PRAISE THE LORD! They said we’d get one to three inches, and we did! Go buy a lottery ticket!”
There’s a lot to be said for accuracy and getting it right in your daily job. You get respected. People believe you. Trust is established. Good things. All good reasons to make this a national holiday as it works to improve the national psyche.
Their timing was exemplary. They got the snow accumulation totals perfect. Amazing, incredible, astounding, unbelievable (really). How’d they do it?
You really have to wonder. What was so different on this day? Was there something fundamentally easy to predict that day? Did the forecasters have a good breakfast and that made them more content and on top of the upcoming weather patterns? Was the direction of the wind, the moisture in the air, the size of the cloud cover all so simply connected that there was no way they could miss? Like a fat pitch coming your way in baseball that you couldn’t help but slam out of the park?
Who the heck knows? Let’s just forget about the cause and marvel at the prediction coming true. Time to celebrate. Set off the fireworks. Shoot some streamers into the air.
When the weather forecasters so frequently miss, when they do get it right it’s time for a national holiday.