Such A Busy Day

The annual Redondo Beach Super Bowl Sunday 10k's last runners must be coming off of the course around south Redondo by now.  Promoters said they were expecting 9,000 "race enthusiasts" for it and based on the traffic yesterday, I'd say they all got here.  We already knew not to go south of 190th Street today, but who knew it applied to yesterday and all of the local streets? 

This afternoon, of course, is the Super Bowl which year in and year out is the Super Bore to me.  In view of Richie's enthusiasm for it (and most forms of entertainment) we will be celebrating with chips and his home made guacamole.  Wheee!

In light of both of the above, not all that much attention has been paid to Punxsutawney Phil, poor old thing.  The Groundhog Club there would have you believe that Phil - actively celebrating his day from 1887 (1887) - is the same Phil. 

Club members tell us that every summer, Phil is given a sip of Groundhog Elixir which in turn gives him another seven years of life.

Phil must be lonely - the only human he speaks to all year is the club president who converses with him in groundhogese.  Phil gives him his prognostication and then leaves the building, er hole in the ground, to return home to his wife and, presumably, children.