Philadelphia got pummeled by a surprise blast of snow yesterday. It was quite the exciting event. Usually forecasters get things wrong the OTHER way -- if there's even the slightest chance of a flurry, they sensationalize the weather to make it seem like the biggest blizzard of the century is on its way. Then maybe, just maybe, a single snowflake falls from the sky. If so, forecasters can breathe a sigh of relief. At least it snowed at all, so it's not like they were completely off. If not, forecasters can breathe a sigh of relief. They're in the only profession where you can be wrong 99% of the time and still keep your job.
As we Philadelphians know, forecasters were calling for maybe an inch or two, starting later in the afternoon. But by the time the Eagles game started at 1 PM, it looked like a full-out blizzard. By half-time, there was eight inches of snow on the field. Yesterday's game at the Linc is one Eagles fans are going to remember for decades, made even more memorable by the Birds' come-from-behind-to-dominate win.
Forecasters are calling for even more snow tomorrow morning. Some schools have already been cancelled, so be prepared to wake up to bright sunshine.
A gal can dream, though. I offer this mini-playlist up to the Snow Gods in the hopes that forecasters get it right:
"I will run, I will run, I will run…" repeats the guy-girl duo in this song. I'm pretty sure they're singing about Shady McCoy, a supernatural force who's evidently not confined to the laws of nature. In yesterday's game he looked like a Jesus bug. Except, instead of walking on water, he was blazing down the field. And instead of being a Jesus bug, he was being Shady McCoy.
Talk about killing two birds with one stone. Not only is this song perfect for a winter playlist, it perfectly describes my taste in women!
Knock knock. Who's there? Old Man Winter. Old Man Winter Who? Old Man Winter whose shoes are shuffling to this toe-tappin' good time.
Silence is the sound of my iPod almost never. Especially not when I feel like having my spine chilled by haunters such as Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence."
Marika Hackman is one of my new favorite female singer-songwriters. This acoustic track is beautiful in its pristine simplicity, kind of like a fresh blanket of morning snow. The vid to this song is cool too. Marika sorta resembles Taylor Swift. But without the overbite. And with good music. On second thought, Marika's not like Taylor Swift at all.